Gucci Gang (Remix) lyrics - Joyner Lucas

Yuh, yuh, uh

Woo, (Joyner), yuh, yuh, yuh, yup

Pandora, Pandora, Pandora

I don't really fuck with no... (yo)

Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang

'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (Woo)

I don't really fuck with no brand names (Woah)

Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage (Ooh)

They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang, yeah

Get this bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, ooh

What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, yeah

Turn your pink dreads into pocket chains (Woo)

All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs

Wonder how you got a name (Damn)

Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck

Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (Woo)

Hope you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, yeah

This shit made your mother wanna ovulate, yeah

This shit make conductors wanna stop a train

Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Prada, Dolce (Dolce)

Back when I was broke and no one know me (Woah)

I couldn't afford it and now that I got the money

I don't even want this shit 'cause it ain't for me (Joyner)

I always been myself, you don't know me (Woah)

Yeah I was so depressed, I was lonely

The man on the horse, all I had was Ralph Lauren

Then I went and signed a deal and bought a pony (Woah)

Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and laughing

And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them

You wonder what's happening

I'm flipping new syllables, acronyms

I guess I'ma practice it

You fuckers are fucking embarrassing (Pow pow)

You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping

All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping all on your conscious

All you niggas are watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, R.I.P

You lost and you fuckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' (Pow pow pow pow)

And you dream all day, that's per year (Per year)

All you ho niggas leave your purse here (Purse here)

I am your favorite rapper's worst fear (Why?)

Raised in the mud crying, dirt tears (Woah)

Just a bunch of kids in the high chair

Couldn't get a buzz even if you had lightyear

Wouldn't get no love even if your heart's right here

Niggas got guns so nobody want to fight fair, no

Hit 'em with the Ric Flair and the suplex

I ain't never been scared, bitch, I'm ruthless (Woo)

Raised by the ghetto

Know some gangs that'll get 'em

Split 'em right down the middle like a fuckin' duplex

Break a nigga toes, make 'em do the two-step

Crib full of hoes, now I feel like Hugh Hef

Got a bad stripper bitch, all we do is have sex

And she love suckin' dick so I call her loose neck (Woah)

Makin' a panic with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters

I'm ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish

I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I got 'em enchanted

Then my fuckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'

Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'

I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a fuckin' mannequin

I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my cellophane

I got 'em swingin' they on my dick and grabbin my pants again

Now, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco (Cinco)

I ain't Spanish but I know the lingo (Lingo)

Atlantic told me that my flow a hundred

But my album ain't come unless I got a fuckin' single

Well I don't give a fuck about no hit record

I'ma just remix y'all shit and get big off it

I'ma just murder every mother fucking beat while I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep, goddamn

Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang, Dolce gang

'Sace gang, Prada gang, lot of gangs (Woah)

I don't really fuck with no brand names

Joyner 'bout to go on a rampage, ooh

They don't wanna see me let the chopper bang (Yeah)

Get this bitch jumping like Shabba Ranks, yeah

What's a Lil Pump to a rocket flame, woo

Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (Yeah)

All you new rappers don't be talkin' 'bout shit except doin' drugs

Wonder how you got a name, uh

Sippin' lean, takin' E, Percocets, Purple drank, Xanax, everything sound the same, fuck

Bunch of drug addicts in the house of pain (Bruh)

And all you niggas suffer til you pop a vein, uh

Gucci gang, Fendi gang, Prada gang (Woo)

I don't really fuck with no brand names, yeah