I pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag, oh
She got Gucci, she got Prada
She got money, she got commas
In my crib she got nada
She in love call me father
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag, oh
She got Gucci, she got Prada
She got money, she got commas
In my crib she got nada
She in love call me father
She in love, call me daddy
It’s ok ’cause she’s kind of a baddie
She get tips but she isn’t a caddy
She got singles she keeping them handy
Drink a fifth in the crib
Then pull up to the club in no panties
Showing off ’cause she been going tanning
Plus them dollars from her Only Fans thing
Feel the drip on hеr lips
And now she wanna just get to dancing
Loves to flеx and to show off her fashion
This ain’t nothing compared to her mansion
Got my hands on her hips
And now she won’t stop throwing it back now
Everything except her in the background
And it’s Friday you know I’m a smack down
I pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag, oh
She got Gucci, she got Prada
She got money, she got commas
In my crib she got nada
She in love call me father
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag, oh
She got Gucci, she got Prada
She got money, she got commas
In my crib she got nada
She in love call me father
Got some paper, no clip in this motherf#cking Gucci bag
I whip out my chain, it shine
So, sh#t, she having a motherf#cking heart attack
My bars be vintage Capone
I handle my features like motherf#cking gauntlet class
Look at my future it flash, it’s gas
I laugh I’m while I’m smoking this f#cking gas
When from garages to castles it’s fast
I’m running like Sonic collecting these bands
You stay and understand my features going land
Like two eggs on a pan
I’m evil like Uzi I can
When I go hop out this whip, let your b#tch stan
With the motherf#cking Gucci bag
Yeah, uh
I pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Brown hair, fat #ss with a Gucci tag
I pull up on miss lil’ Gucci bag
Oh, yeah
I like Louie, I like Prada
Here’s a bag, de nada
After I hit she gon’ follow
Don’t get lost when I pull this throttle
Like this rum when it’s not in the bottle
Chase Patron with a sea wood follow
Feeling like Drizzy when I follow this motto
Hanging with the model
Banco gon’ get the bag proceed and follow
I’m a grab Gucci shades blast off no Apollo
Oh, yeah
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Banco De Beatz
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