Gucci Gang (Remix)

[Intro]
Ay, ay, ooh, yeah, Bent, Bent, okay, okay, hey

[Verse]
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
Imma go and come out clean like Gucci Mane
Diamonds on my neck and they scream like Super Saiyan
Super Saiyan, never on E, I'm zooming, man
I'm alive, I can't stress a thing, I'm cooling, man
Always come back if I leave like boomerang
Always got the drive, slow speed in the coupe again
Cruising in, I can't rush a thing, I'm too content
Chewing, it's a feast, Imma eat, getting through the plan
Pull up on a beach in Belize, booling with the clan
Did it all for beats, then I'm beast as I grease my hand
Imma get the green, best believe, boy, I'm Uncle Sam
Dump it, man, flush it, man, balling like the Jumperman
Touching on a couple bands, hustle, man, that's the plan
They gon' have to pull up with a hundred men
Drumming like they was a band
If they really try and stop us coming next year
Cooking with the pots and pans, huh?
The future got the sauce again, yeah
The bullshit got me feeling sad
I'm zooted, I ain't popped no Xan
The truth is like Lucas siding with the trend
They tryna lower my lifespan
My path is golden like the Lam
I gotta stay focused, guap is in my hand
I'm global, from coast to coast they hold me close
I'm a mogul, my gross is gross, my growth don't slow
My bifocals see through your soul, treat you like ghost
Giving soul food to all the folks who need the hope
I'm a dopeful, I speak my voice and keep it vocal
No brochure, but I could show you what's in store for the culture
I bring the life, I just be moving like vultures
I share the light, I'm beaming on 'em like ultra
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
I don't trust the closure to make the plan
The man make the gram, bread don't make the man
They sent me those for free, so I ain't have to spend
I do this for the glow, never for the glam
Cruise on my road, I know who I am
The same one in the streets and behind the cam
They gon' play this on repeat 'cause it's no pretend
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
Catch me on the boulevard going HAM
Chopping up the chatters like I'm Jackie Chan
Cracking open shop, was in pineal glands
Nothing like a chopper or a private plane
And I'm going higher like I drive the crane
Locked in like a sniper, let the rifle bang
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Kyle Bent