YG - Gucci On My

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Am B Am
Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom
Am B Am
Mike WiLL Made-It (Ransom)
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 1: 21 Savage & YG]
Am B Am
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
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My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
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I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
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21, a felon, but he still ride with that stick
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Yeah, he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
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Fuck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
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VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
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Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
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Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
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Ridin’ ‘round without my seatbelt, nigga, fuck 12

[Chorus: 21 Savage & YG]
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
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Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (on drip)
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Verse 2: YG, 21 Savage & Kamaiyah]
Am B Am
G’d up in that Gucci, boo’d up with your hoochie
Am B Am
Shhh, Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
Am B Am
YG’s doin’ okay, YG’s got a maid
Am B Am
YG gettin’ paid, YG’s steerin’ clear, YG got the raise
Am B Am
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits
Am B Am
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
Am B Am
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Am B Am
Pay me, walkthrough, fuck it up
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The FN, FN fuck ‘em up
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Under my designer, tucked
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Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
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I need me, need a boss bitch
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One that take dick and talk shit
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No weave, I’d rather her bald head

[Chorus: 21 Savage, YG & Quavo]
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo)
(Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)

[Verse 3: Quavo]
N.C.
50,000 dollar back end at the shows, nigga (100)
Am B Am g
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey Amber)
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Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
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Million dollar lawyer Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ‘em (Jew!)
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Spend ‘bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
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Got your bitch wet in her coochie (eughh)
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My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
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He already totin’ an Uzi (hrrrrt)
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The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
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Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
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Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
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50 thousand to the goonies (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Am B Am
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
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Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
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Jalapeño, block is hot (hot)
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Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
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Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
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Put a four up in the pop (Act’)
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So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
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Flooded wrist, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
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Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
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Draco make his heart stop (rah)
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Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
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Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
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Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off

[Verse 5: Offset]
Offset! Ayy
Am B Am
Gucci my collar, Gucci my bitch
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Am B Am
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’ (yeah)
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My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
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I fucked up the scene and she act like she knew me (smash)
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Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like pop pop-pop pop brrrrt (pop!).
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I remember you used to be good on me.
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Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thots, thots
Am B Am
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi
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You know we on top, it is no tie
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I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
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Make the brick disappear, voilà
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Yes, I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo
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I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca (facts)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Am B Am
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga

[Outro]
Mike WiLL Made It
Ransom
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga