Gucci Bucket Hat

Young Foss, you trippin' on them mother fuckers
Ayy, uh
I just hit a lick in a Gucci bucket hat (Go)
Runnin' from the police in the Hellcat, caught a flat (Uh)
Bitch keep callin' my phone like, «Where you at?"I'll call you back
Got two-hundred on the dash, baby I can’t go out like that
(No way)
I’m a real nigga, don’t associate with rats (No, no)
Told my nigga get from 'round me, jit you trippin' smokin' jacks
Told let him light up that zaza, he said, «Where the lighter at?
«(Where the lighter at?)
This that real gas, nigga, thought I laced that shit with crack (Crack)
Let me switch my flow (Yeah)
Lil' bro get that dough (Yeah)
Shot that lil' nigga right in his shit, soon as he lick that pole (Yeah)
.40 had his ass dancin', nigga start hittin' the Woah (Yeah)
My lil' nigga rich as fuck and still’ll kick yo' door
Pull up in that all black shit, five percent tint
12 get behind me in this bitch, I hop out, jumped the fence
I don’t give a fuck 'bout consequence, I would never snitch
Tell him come and show me evidence, I ain’t scared of shit (Ayy)
I’m that nigga that they plot on, on God
I’m that nigga who is seventeen with that Rolex watch on (Tuh)
Nigga make the news and diss the dead, that’s how he got on
Uh, designer Glocks, do it Henny style, I got my watch on (Uh, cap)
Let me switch my flow (Yeah)
Lil' bro get that dough (Yeah)
Shot that lil' nigga right in his shit, soon as he lick that pole (Yeah)
.40 had his ass dancin', nigga start hittin' the Woah (Yeah)
My lil' nigga rich as fuck and still’ll kick yo' door