What Gucci Had - Slim Jesus

I remember wishin' I had what Gucci had

Now I got fifty racks (Them racks)

Up in my Louis bag

I walk around flexin' (Flexin')

Yeah, I know they mad

I wanna bad bitch I ain’t gotta tell

'Cause she know she bad

I remember wishin' I had what Gucci had (Brr)

Now I got fifty racks (Them racks)

Up in my Louis bag

I walk around flexin' (Flexin')

Yeah, I know they mad

I wanna bad bitch I ain’t gotta tell

'Cause she know she bad

I remember wishin' I could cash out a sack (Goddamn)

Now I walk up in the mall and I walk out with them bags (Cash)

If I see it and I want it I don’t check out the tag

They say I don’t come around, bitch I be in my bag (Catch up)

If you talkin' 'bout some money, you can pull up and shop (Trap, trap)

But if you try to hit a lick, then it’s shots at your top (Blaow, blaow)

I can’t do no business with you if you fuck with the opps (Hell nah)

I keep a stick up in my glizzy, just in case that they plot (Glizzy, glizzy)

I had to chase that bag, get them bands up off the block (That bag)

I had to switch lanes in the foreign, tryna dodge the cops (Skrrt)

I thought I loved that bitch, turned out she a thot (Lil thot)

I guess she just wanna fuck me for my guap

I remember bein' down, they wasn’t shown' no love (Fuck)

Now my red bottoms drippin' like I stepped in some blood (Eugh)

They staring at my watch, that bitch cost me a dub (Splash)

And my cup full of syrup, 'cause I’m sippin' on mud (Lean)

I remember wishin' I had what Gucci had

Now I got fifty racks (Them racks)

Up in my Louis bag

I walk around flexin' (Flexin')

Yeah, I know they mad

I wanna bad bitch I ain’t gotta tell

'Cause she know she bad

I remember wishin' I had what Gucci had (Brr)

Now I got fifty racks (Them racks)

Up in my Louis bag

I walk around flexin' (Flexin')

Yeah, I know they mad

I wanna bad bitch I ain’t gotta tell

'Cause she know she bad