1900kblow - Gucci World (feat. 1900 Feyt & YJB Bno) Lyrics

We can't save no hoes, we can save the load We got chops and poles, we on whatever the
F*ck he on We try and send him home, we try and crack
A dome Get caught down bad, we leave your whole head
Red like Pat Mahomes They like, what he on

1P, 2P, it's gone I sold that shit so goddamn high
I got a pile of phone, that nigga phone don't even move
That boy phone run his own, this nigga ass so goddamn broke
He out here need it long, pull up those bricks like Shaq

We miss, we spin it back, outside we catch a hack
I f*ckin' get no screens attached, how he doin' that
Know we was just gettin' racked, yo bitch, she cooked her
Don't get no f*ck, my pockets fat We can't save no hoes, we can save the load

We got chops and poles, we on whatever the f*ck he on
We try and send him home, we try and crack a dome
Get caught down bad, we leave your whole head red like Pat Mahomes
Pull up like Derrick Rose, pull up, my pockets swole

40 ball, 40 hoes, I f*ck n dip , then send her home
Hunnid pack, get it gone, hunnid racks, that shit old
We get that droppin', come and beat on shit like Stone Cold
It's cookin', don't stop at that light, I'ma smash you, shit on sight

FSG, you think we tryna fight? Hell nah, you lose your life
Can't hop n stricces , if you ain't take a life
My YG's been all night, this shit get evil
When we come outside, run down like Jerry Rice

We can't save no hoes, we can save the load
We got chops and poles, we on whatever the f*ck he on
We try and send him home, we try and crack a dome
Get caught down bad, we leave your whole head red like Pat Mahomes

Get the load from your hoe, sell a P, break a bowl
Make a ten off a phone, pay five to get him gone
Got a white boy, he pull up fast, he look like Post Malone
My young niggas don't play no games, make him run in your home

We the ones run the city, we the ones gettin' dizzy
Take your hoe, now she miss you, trappin' P, stackin' digits
Watch him fire up the switchy, you better not f*ckin' miss him
You better not never piss me off, I'm with some f*ckin' killers

We can't save no hoes, we can save the load
We got chops and poles, we on whatever the f*ck he on
We try and send him home, we try and crack a dome
Get caught down bad, we leave your whole head red like Pat Mahomes

We the ones run the city, we the ones gettin' dizzy
Take your hoe, now she miss you, trappin' P, stackin' digits
Watch him fire up the switchy, you better not f*ckin' miss him
You better not never piss me off, I'm with some f*ckin' killers

We can't save no hoes, we can save the load
We can't save the load