S.O.D. Money Gang - Gucci Louie Lyrics

[Soulja Boy:]
Yeah,
Gucci Louie This,
Yeah
Louie Gucci That
[x9]

Soulja Boy Tell em,
Gucci this, Louie that,
All out your f-cking speaker,
When it time for that beef
Strap with that desert eagle,
I get a new chain every f-cking tuesday,
F-ck n-gga try to snatch it, it's gon be his doomsday,
Arab J-bar, 3-50 pull up in my Lambo
Call that b-tch Gotham city,
Don't get it f-cked up,
I bin had hoes,
I bin had haterz and I bin doing shows,
I had tall stacks for a muthaf-cking rap chick,
... High School, crowned in my locker b-tch,
Hoes going crazy for the Leo DeAndre,
Gucci Louie Dolce Gabbana
Hey b-tch

[Chorus]

[350:]
Hey it's your muthaf-cking boy 3 fifth,
You better not trip, I'll buss your f-cking lip,
Ey yep muthaf-cking boy run and tell that,
Buss your muthaf-cking hand with that fall back,
Bounce fool jump boy, endless f-cking trap boy,
Coming through to the squad,
Got that mutha f-cking toy,
Not a toy, not a game, branded pain,
Melvin lane, got da chain, go them thangs,
Got them f-cking roll

[Chorus]