Dopeamean - Gucci-Bag Shawty (feat. Super Kool'in) Lyrics

Yeah!
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty
Gucci Bag Shaawwtttyyy...
Yeah!
A.k.a. Gassed-Up Shawty
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning off that dirty sprit.
Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning on that dirty sprite
Gucci Bag Shawty....
Gucci Bag Shawty....
Gucci Bag, Gucci Bag, Gucci Bag Shawty
Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning on that dirty sprite
Compliments to the artists departed
The underground mix-tape king, not your average local artist
The hardest, the smartest, I go super ham retarded
I'm a dog like that British Terrier working for target
I'm on fi-yer, other rappers they tend to get burnt up
If it ain't bout makin' money then it really don't concern us
Niggas can't read me, and hoes can't scope me
When I'm in your city, in your hood, don't approach me
Play with the butterfly and get stung by the bumblebee
Gotta know my niggas making bread, like Sarra Lee
Your girl gets me to the crib, she tie me down and rape me
Every skeet, she telling me, chocolate is tasty
Mash potato man pockets full of that gravy
Asap be retail-like Macy's
Complement to the chief
I'm whipping in the kitchen
Swear I beat the pot to death
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning off that dirty sprit.
Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning on that dirty sprite
Gucci Bag Shawty....
Gucci Bag Shawty....
Gucci Bag, Gucci Bag, Gucci Bag Shawty
Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning on that dirty sprite
Yeah, should I gone head and turn up
Cali bud in the swisher every time I roll up
Two styrofoam lean ever time I pour up
Hit the booth and wreck the mic, yeah I'm finna blow up
Gucci Bag Shawty, keep that glock 40
Nigga playin' with me, call me headshot shawty
Standing in the trap, with the fork, and I'm whipping
And my partners on them molly in the trap, you know they trippin'
Woodgrain gripping when I'm sliding in the drop
Every time I pull that foreign shit, I throw away my top
So I, can look at the stars
I'm geeked-up with them stars
And I'm in the studio, spitin nun but freestyle barz
Yeah, Yeah, And I got free barz, free hoes
And I hit the mall cash out like I got free cloths
A hundred snapbacks, ray bans to match that
True Religion Robbin Jeans, yeah the kid clean
They call me Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning off that dirty sprit
Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning on that dirty sprite
Gucci Bag Shawty....
Gucci Bag Shawty....
Gucci Bag, Gucci Bag, Gucci Bag Shawty
Gucci Bag Shawty...
Keep that Glock 40...
Geeked up off of last-night
Leaning on that dirty sprite