Gucci Mane - Met Gala Remix (lyrics)
Gucci Mane - Met Gala Remix (Lyric Video)
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LYRICS:
Hey
(Southside)
Wizop
Offset
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Woo
Mill' in a week (hey)
I bought an iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up M's
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (fuck the opps crazy, yeah, formal)
Me, Sett, Wop ain't fuckin' around
You showin' too much and I'm takin' 'em down
We drippin' in Bape, now I'm Dior down
Bitch too foreign, gettin' picked out the crowd
Wop say, "Get 'em," I'm chokin' 'em out
100K large on me
Big Settoff a problem in the street (I'm a beast)
I'm smokin' your man, he weak
SRT, two hundred on the Jeep
Lil' bad bitch with pretty teeth
Amiri jean, hundred bones on my sneaks
Double my cup, wait, Wock' on my seat (damn)
Switchin' these lanes, got her face by my knee (her head)
Two-hundred ain't shit to me (nothin', nigga)
I threw a dub in the A on some freaks (lil'-ass money)
Baby, pop Percs with me (come here, baby)
I, I done got the bitch too geeked
Yeah, at the Met Gala, I reek
Two-seater black with the ski, with the glee on me
Do it off the love, know the body be cheap
Move like the mafia, put on for the three (ayy)
Get up close, get ugly, we creep
Fuck your gang, your competition weak
I'm not a scrub, Special dropped his ski
Got tapped on they head for crackin' that three
I'm one of them ones, they ain't fuckin' with me (one of them niggas)
S-B-G, it's whatever with me (S-B-G)
All in the Yams, with some freaks (freaky-ass)
Beatin' the highway, how I fuck AMG (yeah)
Sippin' on shrimp, damn near fell asleep (ayy, Sett, get up, get up, get up)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mill' in a month (month)
I put your friend in a blunt (yeah)
392 Scat pack, do stunts (stunts)
Pretty-ass ho', she a munch (munch)
With switches and 7.62s, we hunt (brr, boom, boom)
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't never been fronted
Yeah, I'm puttin' Wock' in a punch
Ooh, she eat it up for lunch (ooh)
Balenciaga, these glasses Prada
When I was broke, they ain't give me a dollar
Burberry collar, I'm smashin' the model
Ho see these blue hundreds, bet she'll swallow (she'll swallow)
I seen my daddy sell crack as a toddler
Yeah, hundred thousand a week (hundred)
Pop me a yerk and I fuck her to sleep
1017, Icy Gang on my tee
Gotta keep two racks or more on my feet (feet)
You love that bitch, she hoein' for me (gone)
Yeah, that's fifth in a week (oh)
I just might put some Pucci on her feet (her feet)
1017 topic, they love how I pop it (pop it)
Stuffin' my pockets, bein' broke not an option
Nothin' but exotics, I'm lovin' my options (options)
She exotic with a coke bottle body (hey)
Mill' in a week (hey)
I bought an iced out Philippe (ice)
Yeah, playin' for keeps (keeps)
Suck up the gang, she a leech (leech)
Came in the game with a key (key)
My pockets blew up, Monique (Monique)
Ooh, she got that perfect physique (ooh)
I'll tape a brick to her cheeks (brick)
Now that I'm gettin' this money
I'm fuckin' these thotties, they tryna get come-ups (come-ups)
This a good week, I've been stackin' up M's
And I'm snatchin' that Wraith in the mornin' (Wraith)
I was that nigga locked up in the cell
And they treated me like I was normal (normal)
Thankin' the Lord for them blessings
I just left the Met Gala dressin' up formal (formal)
I'm havin' this shit, but you had it (havin' it)
Show me respect like your daddy's dad (respect)
Gucci the magnet, cash in the cabinet (Guwop)
I just woke up in a palace (woo)
I did a walk through, I'm in Dallas, man (walk through)
Flew in two bitches from Cali' (pew)
Big Bs on me, I'm rockin' Bally (B)
They drunk and they just walkin' barely
I'm headed to Paris to pick up a backend (go, go, go)
They treat me like one of the Jacksons
These niggas ain't trappin', ain't makin' transactions (nah)
A nigga rob you, he be practicin' (baow)
Four bitches all tryna swallow this
I feel like I'm fightin' an octopus (woo)
Thought it was killers camped out in my bushes (brrt)
Then come to find out, it's photographers (flash)
Feds watch me with binoculars (feds)
Mad 'cause a nigga gettin' popular (grr)
Flexin' so hard, wanna lock me up (flex)
Droptop Wop but the top is up (skrrt, skrrt)
Negative turn to a positive (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care nothin' 'bout no obstacles
I could care less 'bout the bloggers, boy (no)
80K stuffed in my joggers, bruh (eighty ball)
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