Oh, oh
Gucci! whats happenin'
Gucci! Burr, burr, burr

On fire, you say you more fire then nigga you a lie
Homie you and I, know the trooper
That's between you and I
Got some jewelry on me, yeah
Stupid jewelry on me then
If you think you finna shit on Gucci
Then just show me how
Someone dis me yesterday,
What I'm 'posed to do, go cry?
With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side
Just a chicken in my lambo
Bought two drumsticks and a thigh
I'm so hood right now
Of course switchin' gears while getting high
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my style
Girls fightin',
Hoes fish fight'
Just to touch my tie
Get smart, smart,
I ain't been this hard in a while
Blow top off,
I ain't been this hard in a while

[Chorus]
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my style
Stupid wild, stupid stupid wild,
Homie that's my style
Every single night I'm ballin',
Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin'
Mostly every night I'm countin', countin',
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'
Niggas wanna fight but I'm shootin', shootin'

Wilder than a jaguar,
Wilin' in a jaguar,
Please don't play with me
I'll put that pistol on your grandpa
I swear I'm so wild
I think I just may need a zanbar
If she on my team
I bet that bitch know who she playin' for
Mr. Coach Carter
Or Mr. go harder
And I like my kush dry
Like a fish with no water
Swagger stupid perfect,
I might as well surf it
And if she ain't fucking
She get the voice mail service
Tell it like it be,
Bitch I do it for the bloods
And every fucking time I say
"soo woop" it's for the bloods
With you just like I love
I do it like I does
And if you wanna fight,
Then come on you can fight my guns haha
Weezy man, young money

[Chorus]

Let's do the furs, his and hers
Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "Burr!"
Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me,
They brothers wanna fight me,
They sisters wanna date me,
I tell her bless it baby,
You could be my bust it baby,
But stay in your place, I need my space,
Don't suffocate me, please
Back black approach us,
Clack clack gats in holsters,
Cops in black control us,
Treat us like rats and roaches,
But the blue Benz,
Got the blue lamps,
And your wifey,
What we use her for a food stamp,
Ain't no big deal,
But she keep the fridge filled,
Eggs scrambled, cheese, grilled, cold juice and grits kill!
Don't forget veal,
Italiano, Gallardo,
Yea the big wheels,
Like milk and wig spilled,
We'll rush in ya spot,
Knock knock, snuck of the glock,
It Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not?

[Chorus]

Bitches wanna fuck me, mainly
Cause I got the cash and I'm famous
I'm tryin to hold my head above water, water
Stack a million cash I just oughta, oughta
My chain cost a stack cause I'm Gucci,
My wardrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boosting
Shine with all this ice
Homie shine, shine
Wanna hate me?
Get a ticket and join the line
Fine
(its Gucci)

Writer : DAVIS, RADRIC / CARTER, DWAYNE / CRAWFORD, SHONDRAE / GILES, CAMERON
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing