ZOTiYAC - GUCCI ROTTEN lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - GUCCI ROTTEN lyrics]
It's that 423 Community House shit
You know what the fuck goin' on
It's Swerzie and shit (yuh)
Fuck yo' verse nigga
You don't need that shit (Run it)
Bitch, you better pay me for that feature
I ain't friends with none you rappers
I need money and a Beamer
I might cheat and whip a Tesla
For a minute if it's cleaner
I don't like to have no new friends
So this year I'm gettin' meaner (Aye)
Look at the ice (Aye)
Look at the price (Aye)
I'm fuckin' a check and
The balance look nice (Aye)
I'm rollin' the dice (aye)
The price of my life
You better go duck (Aye)
My team give no fucks (Aye)
You talk we go dumb
It's the sound of that drum (Aye)
When we gon' pull up (Aye)
In Rotten we trust (Aitch)
I'm not fuckin' with you if you talk to me
I'll have your face meeting my backhand
If you try kill me I'm chasin' your ass
As a ghost like you playin' in Pac-Man
I don't like friends
I just like money and Beamers the
Size of a fat man
If you want problems I'll call Uzi Rotten
Then we gonna get to attackin'
I need some money to talk
I wash you out like you chalk
Bitch I'm gonna come leave my mark
You on the wave like a ark
I'll drop your shit from afar
Enemies not gettin' far
Y'all just be rappin' to rap
But I'll fuckin' die for the art
I rap so I don't go starve
So do not go actin' too funny with me
You a mark
Aye, guns point at your noggin
If you talk on Rotten
If we don't talk profit
I'ma tell em stop it
Bitches, they be plottin' to
Put me in coffins
So I tote the Glock and anywhere I pop it
Aye, bitch my team so icy
Call me Gucci Rotten
Aye, she ain't really want me
Til' she see me poppin'
Aye, I don't fuck with bitches
Comin' at my pockets
Aye, I'ma kill the racket
Rest in peace they losses (Yuh, aye, aye)
Lil' bitch I'm so icy they put me in Rotten
Run in the lobby, I'm robbin' your
Bitch, she wan' top me
She finna come put out my bottoms
Smokin' that gas, got me coughin'
This leaf make 'em fall from
A tree like it's autumn
Got a Coach right off 'em
I be ballin' off it
I don't hold no wallet, put it in my pocket
Ball it get wet when I walk in
She identify as faucet
Boy, your hoe a flipper
Me and foenem call her dolphin
We flip that bitch all summer
Your lil' shorty somersaulting
(Somersaulting)
You know what the fuck goin' on
It's Swerzie and shit (yuh)
Fuck yo' verse nigga
You don't need that shit (Run it)
Bitch, you better pay me for that feature
I ain't friends with none you rappers
I need money and a Beamer
I might cheat and whip a Tesla
For a minute if it's cleaner
I don't like to have no new friends
So this year I'm gettin' meaner (Aye)
Look at the ice (Aye)
Look at the price (Aye)
I'm fuckin' a check and
The balance look nice (Aye)
I'm rollin' the dice (aye)
The price of my life
You better go duck (Aye)
My team give no fucks (Aye)
You talk we go dumb
It's the sound of that drum (Aye)
When we gon' pull up (Aye)
In Rotten we trust (Aitch)
I'm not fuckin' with you if you talk to me
I'll have your face meeting my backhand
If you try kill me I'm chasin' your ass
As a ghost like you playin' in Pac-Man
I don't like friends
I just like money and Beamers the
Size of a fat man
If you want problems I'll call Uzi Rotten
Then we gonna get to attackin'
I need some money to talk
I wash you out like you chalk
Bitch I'm gonna come leave my mark
You on the wave like a ark
I'll drop your shit from afar
Enemies not gettin' far
Y'all just be rappin' to rap
But I'll fuckin' die for the art
I rap so I don't go starve
So do not go actin' too funny with me
You a mark
Aye, guns point at your noggin
If you talk on Rotten
If we don't talk profit
I'ma tell em stop it
Bitches, they be plottin' to
Put me in coffins
So I tote the Glock and anywhere I pop it
Aye, bitch my team so icy
Call me Gucci Rotten
Aye, she ain't really want me
Til' she see me poppin'
Aye, I don't fuck with bitches
Comin' at my pockets
Aye, I'ma kill the racket
Rest in peace they losses (Yuh, aye, aye)
Lil' bitch I'm so icy they put me in Rotten
Run in the lobby, I'm robbin' your
Bitch, she wan' top me
She finna come put out my bottoms
Smokin' that gas, got me coughin'
This leaf make 'em fall from
A tree like it's autumn
Got a Coach right off 'em
I be ballin' off it
I don't hold no wallet, put it in my pocket
Ball it get wet when I walk in
She identify as faucet
Boy, your hoe a flipper
Me and foenem call her dolphin
We flip that bitch all summer
Your lil' shorty somersaulting
(Somersaulting)