Big Gucci Chamberlain keep Shid
I want opps to hang from ropes
Nd fall out like dey bungee jumpin
Nigga down bad
He on his dick
Nd heon got no money
Thought he took some from he a bitch
I'll have his nose runnin
All my potnas wid me wid da shid
Buh we ain crash dummies
Y'all niggas some hoes
In dis bitch
And then
There's more comin
I slide out wid gbg
Fa tops nd weon miss none
Talkin like you dat you gettin cropped
Jus fa sayin some
Call dey gang lesbian orgy cause dey all gay
I know where y'all stay
Y'all all get hit in broad day
Can't get low below two racks cause ima feel like I got broke
I got money on my mind
While y'all be outchea chasin hoes
I get paper f*ck a nigga
Need no one to get sum doe
Ain no big homie fa Gucci
I'm dat nigga on my own
Nigga talkin like he dat
But he do bitch Shid he a hoe
I was 25 when I was 12 so dats why I act grown
I thug wid damar he really like dat
Dats why he my folk
I can't hang wid no fake niggas
Cause da fake nd me don't cope
Bitch I'm fly asl like I'm a angel white on me like coke
I'm dat nigga dey be watchin
Can't get close to yea fasho
When lil Nate nd Jugg get out
I promise all y'all niggas dead
You do hoe Shid keep yo distance
What you is my nigga scared
I want all dese f*ckn guns to chop y'all up jus like a bear
Dis lil choppa dat I got
Gone split yo scalp nd yo lil head
I had hella guns I do dis Shid
I gotta keep in pairs
Niggas mad cause I'm dat nigga dey be mad cause it ain't fair
If you ask me fa sum Shid it ain a problem jus to share
But if you tryna take sum from me dats yo ass
You outta dere
Issa
Nigga talkin down
Buh he ain really bout it doe
I got four guns on me
Need four bodies
Dats a four fa four
Thought dat Shid was funny
Now he dead Ha
A jokey joke
Niggas think Shid sweet
Wid GucciBoaa
Den dey gone die real slow
I need me some cartels who about it
Cut dey heads off
F*ckn Wid LilGucciBoaa Jumanji boaa you dead wrong
Posted in da stu
Da beat go hard
Turn up my headphones
Shout out to Big30 nd pooh sheisty put me on a song
Big dawg to these fishes
Can't f*ck wid me cause my head strong
Heat up in my lap
While I spit heat
Like turn da fan on
Bitch I'm gettin money
I thought a lil broke bitch said sum
Playin wid my niggas jot you down nd get yo head gone
GucciBoyMelv - Big Gucci Chamberlain (feat. Lil Moe) Lyrics
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Big Gucci Chamberlain keep Shid
I want opps to hang from ropes
Nd fall out like dey bungee jumpin
Nigga down bad
He on his dick
Nd heon got no money
Thought he took some from he a bitch
I'll have his nose runnin
All my potnas wid me wid da shid
Buh we ain crash dummies
Y'all niggas some hoes
In dis bitch
And then
There's more comin
I slide out wid gbg
Fa tops nd weon miss none
Talkin like you dat you gettin cropped
Jus fa sayin some
Call dey gang lesbian orgy cause dey all gay
I know where y'all stay
Y'all all get hit in broad day
Can't get low below two racks cause ima feel like I got broke
I got money on my mind
While y'all be outchea chasin hoes
I get paper f*ck a nigga
Need no one to get sum doe
Ain no big homie fa Gucci
I'm dat nigga on my own
Nigga talkin like he dat
But he do bitch Shid he a hoe
I was 25 when I was 12 so dats why I act grown
I thug wid damar he really like dat
Dats why he my folk
I can't hang wid no fake niggas
Cause da fake nd me don't cope
Bitch I'm fly asl like I'm a angel white on me like coke
I'm dat nigga dey be watchin
Can't get close to yea fasho
When lil Nate nd Jugg get out
I promise all y'all niggas dead
You do hoe Shid keep yo distance
What you is my nigga scared
I want all dese f*ckn guns to chop y'all up jus like a bear
Dis lil choppa dat I got
Gone split yo scalp nd yo lil head
I had hella guns I do dis Shid
I gotta keep in pairs
Niggas mad cause I'm dat nigga dey be mad cause it ain't fair
If you ask me fa sum Shid it ain a problem jus to share
But if you tryna take sum from me dats yo ass
You outta dere
Issa
Nigga talkin down
Buh he ain really bout it doe
I got four guns on me
Need four bodies
Dats a four fa four
Thought dat Shid was funny
Now he dead Ha
A jokey joke
Niggas think Shid sweet
Wid GucciBoaa
Den dey gone die real slow
I need me some cartels who about it
Cut dey heads off
F*ckn Wid LilGucciBoaa Jumanji boaa you dead wrong
Posted in da stu
Da beat go hard
Turn up my headphones
Shout out to Big30 nd pooh sheisty put me on a song
Big dawg to these fishes
Can't f*ck wid me cause my head strong
Heat up in my lap
While I spit heat
Like turn da fan on
Bitch I'm gettin money
I thought a lil broke bitch said sum
Playin wid my niggas jot you down nd get yo head gone
I want opps to hang from ropes
Nd fall out like dey bungee jumpin
Nigga down bad
He on his dick
Nd heon got no money
Thought he took some from he a bitch
I'll have his nose runnin
All my potnas wid me wid da shid
Buh we ain crash dummies
Y'all niggas some hoes
In dis bitch
And then
There's more comin
I slide out wid gbg
Fa tops nd weon miss none
Talkin like you dat you gettin cropped
Jus fa sayin some
Call dey gang lesbian orgy cause dey all gay
I know where y'all stay
Y'all all get hit in broad day
Can't get low below two racks cause ima feel like I got broke
I got money on my mind
While y'all be outchea chasin hoes
I get paper f*ck a nigga
Need no one to get sum doe
Ain no big homie fa Gucci
I'm dat nigga on my own
Nigga talkin like he dat
But he do bitch Shid he a hoe
I was 25 when I was 12 so dats why I act grown
I thug wid damar he really like dat
Dats why he my folk
I can't hang wid no fake niggas
Cause da fake nd me don't cope
Bitch I'm fly asl like I'm a angel white on me like coke
I'm dat nigga dey be watchin
Can't get close to yea fasho
When lil Nate nd Jugg get out
I promise all y'all niggas dead
You do hoe Shid keep yo distance
What you is my nigga scared
I want all dese f*ckn guns to chop y'all up jus like a bear
Dis lil choppa dat I got
Gone split yo scalp nd yo lil head
I had hella guns I do dis Shid
I gotta keep in pairs
Niggas mad cause I'm dat nigga dey be mad cause it ain't fair
If you ask me fa sum Shid it ain a problem jus to share
But if you tryna take sum from me dats yo ass
You outta dere
Issa
Nigga talkin down
Buh he ain really bout it doe
I got four guns on me
Need four bodies
Dats a four fa four
Thought dat Shid was funny
Now he dead Ha
A jokey joke
Niggas think Shid sweet
Wid GucciBoaa
Den dey gone die real slow
I need me some cartels who about it
Cut dey heads off
F*ckn Wid LilGucciBoaa Jumanji boaa you dead wrong
Posted in da stu
Da beat go hard
Turn up my headphones
Shout out to Big30 nd pooh sheisty put me on a song
Big dawg to these fishes
Can't f*ck wid me cause my head strong
Heat up in my lap
While I spit heat
Like turn da fan on
Bitch I'm gettin money
I thought a lil broke bitch said sum
Playin wid my niggas jot you down nd get yo head gone
Writer: Mifflin Gwean
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