G.U.I.M.M Video (MV)

Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
White gold, hella hoes
Po' a 4 and we sip it slow
White bitch, and she soft as snow
Gettin' high, that honor roll
Hot boy, like Silk The Shocker
Tatt my stomach, like Travis Barker
Fake niggas, they need an oscar
Hating niggas, they never prosper
Excuse me ma'am I been the man
Smoking weed, I'm like Peter Pan
High as hell, I can never land
This rap shit was never planned
Two chains they both swang
Got two hoes that go both ways
My whip black, seats cocaine
I'm grippin' on that woodgrain
Bounce like an 86 old school impala
Birds swoop in my coupe
Chicken stripping' fo the dollar
And now I'm getting hot, them groupie bitches wanna holla
Man I ain't need no help, I blew myself up like a martyr bitch
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Dreadlocks and my weird clothes, Raf Simons been did those
Rick Owens from 08', they brand new but they still old
Used to have them hoop dreams, funny how I switch goals
My niggas, they hold the heat
They clutching' cans like Pringles
She sliding down that damn pole
I'm throwing all my singles
My main bitch a centerfold, I drop the top my ceiling fold
That weed smell stay in my clothes
Money, weed and chasing hoes
That's all a young nigga gotta know
We hit the road, then let em know
I was having visions driving Testarossa's
Young N wilding' out them niggas can't control us
So wake up and smell the Folgers
Cause me and my niggas in the building and I gon' stop till' I touch a million
BITCH!
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse
Gold up in my mouth, I feel like I'm part of swishahouse