Gucci by True Adzy Lyrics

[Hook] (x2)
Gucci on my waist, yuh, Gucci on my face, yuh
Gucci on my wrist, yuh, Gucci on my bae, yuh
I be fly as Hell yeah, I just got my cape, yuh
I got high as Hell, yeah, always getting paid

(Verse)
I got clientele, every day we buy and sell
I just rolled my up some loud, this shit got me high as Hell
Bitches all up in the crowd busy tryna get my cell
Diss me or my niggas, that ain't ending well

Got so many bars I think today I'm being sent to jail
I got this dime giving me time, I call it heads or tails
My lines go harder than some coke, I call it ginger ale
I'm doing well, tell Jack and Jill that I filled the pale

You on your grind, it's funny I'm on a different rail
You movin weight, well nigga I'm on a different scale
That means my weight got more wait than sending mail
Ice fallin off my fuckin neck, yeah I let it hail
They be mad 'cause I'm in my bag
I only fuck if the bitches bad
We all right but minds in a different path
Better make your mind up, it's either give or grab

[Hook] (x2)
Gucci on my waist, yuh, Gucci on my face, yuh
Gucci on my wrist, yuh, Gucci on my bae, yuh
I be fly as Hell yeah, I just got my cape, yuh
I got high as Hell, yeah, always getting paid