Big Image - Gucci Vest! Lyrics

I don't write songs, issa suicide note
Niggas be bobbin' they head, that's why my neck round my rope
Swear I can't get touch, touch lil' niggas like Pope
While I'm starin' at the blade in my hand while I croak
Child's play, send hollows through your throat
I heard 'em speakin' on my name, bet this 40 take your soul
Nigga talkin' all that shit, but I be f*ckin' on yo hoe
Up the chopper, then I blow, slime or slat whip yo nose
Nigga talkin' all that shit, but you a bitch, boy
Nigga keep on talkin' all that shit, cause I get rich, boy
Nigga keep on talkin' all that shit, you on my dick, boy
Nigga keep on talkin' all that shit, meet the switch, boy
Hold on, got a F.N, it stay with a switchy
Man, yo bitch go suck da cocky, yea she stay on the dicky
Nigga talkin' all that shit, he gon' meet the whole blicky
Yeah, I'm countin' on my Guap, yeah, I'm countin' up $50
Man, that bitch gon' suck the dick, man, she show me big titties
When I'm chillin' at the show, she gon' rub on the dick
Y'all gon' hold the radio, niggas playin' my songs on the radio
Finna f*ck yo bitch, she playin' my songs on the stereo
Bitch, I'm faded, asf faded asf, faded in a hole
Nigga talkin' all that shit, up the chopper then I blow
Uh, pourin', walk hard
Nigga talkin' shit, but I know he is not hard
Finna f*ck this bitch, she strum the dick like a guitar
Nigga talkin' shit, she gon' suck it to these bars
Huh, that we finna go deep in
F*ckin' on this bitch, and she suck me real deep in
I'm bouncin' out the whip, I'm bounced out with blue Benjis
F*ckin' on this bitch, I f*ck this bitch with two semis
Squeezin' on the chop, I squeeze until the whole shit's empty
But my bullets is not skimpy
But my ahhhh
But my ahhhhh
But my ahhhh
But my bullets is not stingy
Posted in the crib, f*cked up, simpin' walk hard
Bark without no bite, lots of these niggas just act hard
I poured act inside, the pineapple, watermelon Faygo
If a nigga on my dick, f*ck around, n let this K go
In the crib, I'm changin' Balmain, Paulman, Balmain jeans
Nigga in the crib, he f*cked up, he can't pay the lease
Niggas talk shit, he gotta talk on the mic like E
All this shit talkin' on the mic make me feel complete
Ugh, ugh, cause I'm so elite
Bad bitch, she gon' suck the dick, she my lil' stink
Niggas talkin' shit, oh my god I'm on the brink
I'ma up the chop then I'll shoot him till I leave him pink
Nah, I leaved him red
Hollow tips just hit him, I just shoot right in his head,
Talkin' like a jake, he he talkin' just like a fed
Drakeo, hit him rocked his bed, it just rocked his bed
When I'm off the meds
Nigga off the percs, off the vics, bitch, I'm off whatever
Bitch, you know it, ahhh
Up Down
Fatass nigga, you can't even pass the pacer test
I got Mike Amiri jeans, they complimenting my Gucci vest
Never give da bitch some gold I bet she fold on a UDY test
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest
Mike Amiri they compliment my Gucci
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci vest
Mike Amiri jeans they compliment my Gucci, ugh
Ah
Ah
Yurrr
F*ckin' playin' with me bitch ass nigga
Pipe up, bitch
D.I.D. in this bitch, we takin' over