Budd Dwyer - Free Gucci lyrics

[Verse 1: $lick $loth] You say you flipping dope in the trap with your ho But see I'm bout that murder Catch a body with the burner talking this and that Triple 6 in the sticks with a soulja rag $uicide B O Y ain't no compromise Walking round looking like I'm from Columbine Homicide's glorified on my side of town Better have protection if you f**ing walking round Me and Oddy catching bodies then we rolling gaudy Always foggy when I'm creeping black all on my body You say you driving Maserati but I call your bluff Always murder then I rob 'em money ain't enough No money ain't enough [Verse 2: Hu$tle God] Creeping, sparking, thinking maybe if I, if I shoot Just take this Nine, and plead defense, but my life I will protect [?] selfish [?] .45 [?] chest I'll have you running, man, I guess that's why you so upset You think you're hard, huh, li'l boy, say you with the sh**s Until [?] and run all your chips [?] on the floor [?] Then put the lights in his eyes, Bury a snitch [?] A couple bands'll have [?], don't push me The hustle god ain't with the chitter-chatter, boy what's happening? We talkin'? Li'l boa, we can make it happen It's nothin' [Verse 3: Yung Mutt] Back in all black b**h, Give me that backpack Fill it with a sack and a stack And that's that crack in the pack b**h I need to back track Real talk need a track back? Ima need the cash Ima need the weed Need to ash Ima need the green That's dope and money Smoking honey All mac pack in a black cadillac Ain't no thing funny Ain't no handouts, ain't no biting Stick your hand out, I'll start slicing Advicing sacrificing all you lice and I start pricing I'm tasting ice and lemonade in paradise I'm icing Sprite and lean enticing me til I KO I might be Tyson