Brain - Gucci Gang lyrics

[Produced by Brain] [Intro: Chief Keef] Free Wop, aye Justo Free my n***a Slick I gotta pull my pants up my a** Free, free my n***a you know I need that You know, you got to spend money to make money Glo Gang y'all know how we rocking man I'm off 3 xans I don't even do xans I pop X man, I pop flats man Aye, shut the f** up [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Boy gon' duck when my orange on him Shoot you now it's orange on ya (red on ya) Now it's dead on ya Dead mans in my pockets, and I spend all 'em On 4,000 Gucci jackets She gave me top then Gucci tapped it Tag team, then I hop in my car drag wrestling, racing You pacing, I'm racing to the cake and I'm icey You basic Every f**ing thing I wear costs a thousand, or better Fo a Gucci sweater 3,000... 3,000 Burberry Riding fast the cops is chasing me They can get wet with them pistols playin' Hail Mary Cause I'm tired of getting locked up That's the reason that officer got shot up Running with this paper like a running back Boy, you can't get none of that Foghorn, I'ma let this dog out at you Bull Dog, coming through f** the law [Verse 2: Justo] b**h I go by Justglo Shoot yo' a** in yo' throat n***as know I'm Glo I'm tryna get them rolls [Verse 3: Tadoe] Justo tryna get them rolls See a opp, he gon' score After doing hits, make the k**, call D-moe I think I need a pill and I need some smoke Bring some pound, bring some Remey, bring the hoes It's all about the Glo, Free D-rose Who is you? I don't know Move around, co*k it back, I'ma blow, GRATATA! k** your father and your mother and your f**ing son b**h I glo' just like the sun I'm Glo Gang n***a f** your Mob [Verse 4: Chief Keef] My life Gucci and it's a movie I got clips just like a f**in' movie Quentin Tarantino, with these pistols I think I'm Terintino b**h I think I'm Godfather, off this dope Tony Montana But I'm Sosa and I glo way harder b**h and I ain't have no father Now I'm finna hop up in my Rover