​gucci belt

[Verse 1: crayon]
I'ma catch that [?] 'cause she fine as hell
Yeah, take your ho backstage and I'ma give her hell
Yeah, she gon' slit her wrist for that lil' Gucci belt
Walk inside the room, smell like gas, yeah, bitch, you could tell
Used to running fades, run my one's like it's show and tell
I got my switchblade and a perc, it's a wishing well
Shut the fuck up ho, you look like a stun ho
Shut the fuck up ho, you sound like a dumb hoe

[Verse 2: anji]
What the fuck bro, I'm in the cut with crayon
I heard that's your slut, bro, she look like a fan ho
Gucci on her san-
Slit her wrist for Gucci sandals
Gucci on her san-
S-S-Slit her wrist for Gucci sandals
Never met a bitch that ain't gon' let me fuck on camera
Leila want me acting right, but I lost all my manners