lirik lagu 279tyler – Gucci Sheets
Fuck that other shit, I just want the money
Trap house jumpin' like some fuckin' bunnies
Oh that's your girl, why she want me
I'm a fuck your bitch up on some Gucci sheets
They be copying my style, yeah, they wanna be me
Going (skrt) in a whip, driving in a beamie
What's in the wood, oh I'm smoking on tree tree
[Verse]
Dior, yeah, that be my sneaks
Spent a band on these, no they not cheap
And you'll never catch me in no Zumiez
But you might catch me in the whip zoomin'
Got a rocket, don't make me get to boomin'
Smoking on that dope, that shit it got me coolin'
Check my resume, yeah this shit I do it
Got a whole QP, and I smoke right through it
Heard you wanna jugg me, ok koolaid
Y'all some April fools, flexin' with them fake ass tools
Tech the gun, yeah, but Wock be the goop
Kickin' shit with Icey, yeah we in New York too
I just need the head, no, I don't need no boo
I know that y'all trash, at your shows they always boo
Ethan dressed in that Louis, yeah he lookin' cool
Whole IDB gang dressed up in that True
And you know that that be True
That True on you, that shit be fuu
You need go buy yourself some new clothes
New clothes yeah, new bankrolls and some new hoes
I got money yeah, but I still eat Ramen Noodles
Everyday, yeah, I make me some new foes
Every week, yeah, I pull up with a new pole
New pole and it's filled with the hollows
Leave an opp brain hollow
[Chorus]
Fuck that other shit, I just want the money
Trap house jumpin' like some fuckin' bunnies
Oh that's your girl, why she want me
I'm a fuck your bitch up on some Gucci sheets
They be copying my style, yeah, they wanna be me
Going (skrt) in a whip, driving in a beamie
What's in the wood, oh I'm smoking on tree tree
[Outro]
Fuck that other shit, I just want the money
Trap house jumpin' like some fuckin' bunnies
Oh that's your girl, why she want me
I'm a fuck your bitch up on some Gucci sheets
They be copying my style, yeah, they wanna be me
Going (skrt) in a whip, driving in a beamie
What's in the wood, oh I'm smoking on tree tree
Trap house jumpin' like some fuckin' bunnies
Oh that's your girl, why she want me
I'm a fuck your bitch up on some Gucci sheets
They be copying my style, yeah, they wanna be me
Going (skrt) in a whip, driving in a beamie
What's in the wood, oh I'm smoking on tree tree
[Verse]
Dior, yeah, that be my sneaks
Spent a band on these, no they not cheap
And you'll never catch me in no Zumiez
But you might catch me in the whip zoomin'
Got a rocket, don't make me get to boomin'
Smoking on that dope, that shit it got me coolin'
Check my resume, yeah this shit I do it
Got a whole QP, and I smoke right through it
Heard you wanna jugg me, ok koolaid
Y'all some April fools, flexin' with them fake ass tools
Tech the gun, yeah, but Wock be the goop
Kickin' shit with Icey, yeah we in New York too
I just need the head, no, I don't need no boo
I know that y'all trash, at your shows they always boo
Ethan dressed in that Louis, yeah he lookin' cool
Whole IDB gang dressed up in that True
And you know that that be True
That True on you, that shit be fuu
You need go buy yourself some new clothes
New clothes yeah, new bankrolls and some new hoes
I got money yeah, but I still eat Ramen Noodles
Everyday, yeah, I make me some new foes
Every week, yeah, I pull up with a new pole
New pole and it's filled with the hollows
Leave an opp brain hollow
[Chorus]
Fuck that other shit, I just want the money
Trap house jumpin' like some fuckin' bunnies
Oh that's your girl, why she want me
I'm a fuck your bitch up on some Gucci sheets
They be copying my style, yeah, they wanna be me
Going (skrt) in a whip, driving in a beamie
What's in the wood, oh I'm smoking on tree tree
[Outro]
Fuck that other shit, I just want the money
Trap house jumpin' like some fuckin' bunnies
Oh that's your girl, why she want me
I'm a fuck your bitch up on some Gucci sheets
They be copying my style, yeah, they wanna be me
Going (skrt) in a whip, driving in a beamie
What's in the wood, oh I'm smoking on tree tree