Gucci - Jag, $tupid Young

(Joining a gang is like having a family

It’s feeling you’re part of something bigger than yourself)

Said I’m only tryna hustle with the gang

Flipping weight and gaining muscle with the gang

I don’t know you, I don’t trust you with the gang

Fuck with meeting you in trouble with the gang

With the gang, with the gang, swoop

My squad killing, I’m squad dealing, I’m job filling

I’ma look like Jesus in the whip, I mean, if God willing

When niggas show up to your shit, it ain’t no crowd

I ain’t tripping, I just pulled up with gang and they so wild

Bossing up

I just pulled up with a bitch that ain’t your style

And she’s table for the family plus the bottles, they so proud

These lil niggas acting out, we got me backing out

'Fore I put my jacket down, I started 'tacking clowns

'Fore I date a boozy bitch, I’ll bring a ratchet round

Even the babies get the shells, some eggs hatching now

Them hoes give me action now, when nigga rapping now

Hella flames, she give me hella brain, I call her cap and gown

I’ve been grinding, getting money with the gang, nigga

Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, nigga

I’m in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key

I bag it up and them I’m hitting up the street

You ain’t tryna get me paid?

Bitch, I’m Gucci

Think your ass is getting sad?

Bitch, I’m Gucci

I see zombies walking up, bitch, I’m Gucci

Come out, nigga, bossing up, look like I’m Gucci

Bitch, I’m Gucci

Ah shit, stupid going mental

Told the rap game make space for a oriental

Heard this instrumental then I grabbed the paper and a pencil

Going stupid like a kid in a short bus that’s yellow

God damn, I’m the man

I’m so hot, need some fans

Last year didn’t know who I was

This year know who I am

Last year I was broke

This year got some bands

God damn, I don’t think these pussy niggas understand

Now it’s Balmain logo on my pants

Now every time my check clear I hit my dance

I don’t think these pussy rappers stand a chance

Bitch, I did it on my own, never needed no events

I’ve been grinding, getting money with the gang, nigga

Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, nigga

I’m in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key

I bag it up and them I’m hitting up the street

You ain’t tryna get me paid?

Bitch, I’m Gucci

Think your ass is getting sad?

Bitch, I’m Gucci

I see zombies walking up, bitch, I’m Gucci

Come out, nigga, bossing up, look like I’m Gucci

I’ve been grinding, getting money with the gang, nigga

Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, nigga

I’m in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key

I bag it up and them I’m hitting up the street

(You ain’t tryna get me paid? Bitch, I’m Gucci

Think your ass is getting sad?

Bitch, I’m Gucci

I see zombies walking up, bitch, I’m Gucci

Come out, nigga, bossing up, look like I’m Gucci)