Chief Keef, Justo, Tadoe - Gucci Gang lyrics

Free Wop, aye 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
Aye, shut the fuck up (Glo Gang) aye

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, skrt skrt skrt)
You pacin'
(You pacin', ayy, huh) , I'm racin' to
The cake and I'm icey (Dududuh, bang)
You basic (Basic lil bitch)
Every fuckin' 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 fuck the law (Fuck 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 fuckin' 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' hit's, 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 fuckin' son (Dududuh)
Bitch I'm gloin' just like a sun (Glo Gang)
I'm Glo Gang nigga fuck your Mob (Ayy)

My life Gucci, ayy, and it's a movie (Ayy)
I got clips just like a fuckin' movie, ayy
Ayy (Duduh duh)
Quentin Tarantino (Ayy, Tarantino)
With these pistols I think I'm Terintino
(Terintino) 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