Gucci Sweater by Trippie Redd Lyrics
Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro]
You— (Haha)
You know everything okay, bit' (Haha)
Yeah (You so fuckin' funny), big money
Wow (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), slatt
Ah, ah (Big ol' racks)
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on (Ah, ah, ah, ya dig? Yeah)
Ha (Yeah), yeah
[Chorus]
If you sad, babe, I'll make it better (Better)
Fuck you good, babe, I'll make it wetter (Wetter)
Versace with a Gucci sweater (Sweater, yeah)
Everybody know I keep Beretta's (Beretta's, yeah, yeah)
I get to the guap, I count the cheddar (Cheddar)
Cheese, but I'm not a rat, bitch, I got feathers (Woo, feathers)
Birds of a flock, flock together (Ha, 'gether)
I would hate to be the opps, them niggas dead, yeah (Dead, yeah)
[Verse]
Suck my dick, bitch, I need my mind blown
I was outside flexin', different time zones
I know niggas want my head, but my shoulders still connected
Nigga, get this lethal weapon, leave a slideshow
Yellow tape, bitch, don't condone fake shit
Niggas fakin' on the kid, boy, don't get a facelift
I got Glocks, bitch, I don't need no phone to send no message
Nigga stressin', nigga, beat a nigga ass just like Tekken, nigga (DJ on the—)
[Chorus]
If you sad, babe, I'll make it better (Better)
Fuck you good, babe, I'll make it wetter (Wetter)
Versace with a Gucci sweater (Sweater, yeah)
Everybody know I keep Beretta's (Beretta's, yeah, yeah)
I get to the guap, I count the cheddar (Cheddar)
Cheese, but I'm not a rat, bitch, I got feathers (Woo, feathers)
Birds of a flock, flock together (Ha, 'gether)
I would hate to be the opps, them niggas dead, yeah (Dead, yeah)
[Intro]
You— (Haha)
You know everything okay, bit' (Haha)
Yeah (You so fuckin' funny), big money
Wow (DJ on the beat so it's a banger), slatt
Ah, ah (Big ol' racks)
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on (Ah, ah, ah, ya dig? Yeah)
Ha (Yeah), yeah
[Chorus]
If you sad, babe, I'll make it better (Better)
Fuck you good, babe, I'll make it wetter (Wetter)
Versace with a Gucci sweater (Sweater, yeah)
Everybody know I keep Beretta's (Beretta's, yeah, yeah)
I get to the guap, I count the cheddar (Cheddar)
Cheese, but I'm not a rat, bitch, I got feathers (Woo, feathers)
Birds of a flock, flock together (Ha, 'gether)
I would hate to be the opps, them niggas dead, yeah (Dead, yeah)
[Verse]
Suck my dick, bitch, I need my mind blown
I was outside flexin', different time zones
I know niggas want my head, but my shoulders still connected
Nigga, get this lethal weapon, leave a slideshow
Yellow tape, bitch, don't condone fake shit
Niggas fakin' on the kid, boy, don't get a facelift
I got Glocks, bitch, I don't need no phone to send no message
Nigga stressin', nigga, beat a nigga ass just like Tekken, nigga (DJ on the—)
[Chorus]
If you sad, babe, I'll make it better (Better)
Fuck you good, babe, I'll make it wetter (Wetter)
Versace with a Gucci sweater (Sweater, yeah)
Everybody know I keep Beretta's (Beretta's, yeah, yeah)
I get to the guap, I count the cheddar (Cheddar)
Cheese, but I'm not a rat, bitch, I got feathers (Woo, feathers)
Birds of a flock, flock together (Ha, 'gether)
I would hate to be the opps, them niggas dead, yeah (Dead, yeah)