Chief Keef - Gucci Gang Lyrics

Free Wop, ayy, Justo
Free my nigga Slick
I gotta pull my pants up my ass
Free, free my niggas, man
I need that (I be sober some time)
You know (off flats), you got to spend money to make money (5 thousands, nigga, I say put it on)
Glo Gang, y'all know how we rocking, man (Rest in peace Big Glo)
I'm off 3 xans, I don't even do xans
I pop X, man (Situation Gang), I pop flats man
Ayy, shut the f*ck up (Glo Gang)
Ayy

Boy gon' duck when my orange on him (bang)
Shoot you now it's orange on ya (red on ya, dududuh)
Ayy, ayy, now it's dead on ya
Dead mans in my pocket, ayy, and I spend 'em (Ben Frank)
On 4,000 Gucci jackets (Gucci, Louis, Gucci)
She gave me top then Gucci tagged in (top, Guwop)
Tag team, ayy, ayy, then I hop in my car drag racin', racin'
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
You pacin' (you pacin', ayy, huh)
I'm racin' to the cake and I'm icey (dududuh, bang)
You basic (basic lil bitch)
Every f*ckin' thing I wear costs a thousand, or better, ayy (or better, look)
Fo' a Gucci sweater, 3000 (Gucci, Louis)
3000 Burberry (3000 Burb')
Ridin' fast the cops was chasin' me, ayy (the cops was chasin')
They can get wet with them pistols play Hail Mary, ayy (dududu)
Ayy, 'cause I'm tired of gettin' locked up (locked up)
That's the reason that officer got shot up (fried, ayy)
Runnin' with this paper like a runnin' back (runnin' back, boy)
Boy, you can't get none of that (None of that, nigga)
Foghorn (Foghorn, bang), I'ma let this dog at you (this dog at you)
Bulldog, ayy (Bulldog), comin' through f*ck the law (f*ck the law)
Bang bang

Bitch I go by Jusglo (Jusglo)
Shoot yo' ass in yo' throat (in yo' throat, bang, bang)
Niggas know I'm Glo (Glo Gang)
I'm tryna get them rolls (tryna get them f*ckin' rolls)

Ayy, ayy, Justo tryna get them rolls, ayy (tryna get them rolls)
See a opp, he gon' score (see a opp, he gon' bang, dududu)
After doin' hits, make the kill, call D-Moe (skudaskur)
I think I need a pill and I need some smoke (need some smoke)
Bring a pound, bring some Remy, bring the hoes (bring the hoes)
Ayy, it's all about the Glo, Free D-Rose (free D-Rose, gang)
Who is you? I don't know (I'on know, nah)
Move around, cock it back, I'ma blow, GRATATA (bang, bang, bang)
Kill your father and your mother and your f*ckin' son (dududuh)
Bitch, I'm gloin' just like a sun (Glo Gang)
I'm Glo Gang, nigga, f*ck your Mob (ayy)

My life Gucci, ayy, and it's a movie (ayy)
I got clips just like a f*ckin' movie, ayy, ayy (duduhduh)
Quentin Tarantino (ayy, Tarantino), with these pistols I think I'm Tarantino (Tarantino)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, bitch, I think I'm Godfather (think I'm Godfather)
Off this dope Tony Montana (Tony Montana)
But I'm Sosa and I go way harder (way harder)
Bitch, and I ain't have no father
Now I'm finna hop up in my Rover