Tate Kobang - Gucci Back lyrics

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Tate Kobang - Gucci Back lyrics

[Hook] Trap god, bumpin' Gucci back, bumpin' Trap god, bumpin' Clouds only, bumpin' [Verse 1] Got junkie n***as out here poppin' percs and f**ing trans I been in the kitchen cooking up and counting grams Human target practice, we ain't bustin' at no cans Pull up at your show and get to poppin' at your fans Heard they lookin' for me, come and catch me if you can I'm outchea if you want me, ain't no talking on the gram Black flag swinging, I ain't blood, I ain't crip But I know some young n***as that'll wet a n***a's sh** I been rollin', rollin', rollin', I ain't slept in ‘bout a week I been thuggin', pistol totin', F&N under the sheet I heard Gucci back home, n***a brought the trap back Give a stripper fifty flat but only get the p**y fat Bought my daughter yellow diamonds She said, "daddy, Lemonade!” Don't compare me to these local rappers, our pay ain't the same I ain't switch up 'cause the fame, I just ain't moving the same Cause I heard your favorite rapper out here telling names 6 stoves in the house, n***a everybody cooking Bet your a** get booked and tell on everybody in the booking Get your baby mama f**ed and all them d** you holding, took it f** that n***a Donald Trump and BCPD ‘cause they crooked See that n***a in the club with all them racks and got ‘em tooken Count the bread inside the closet in case my baby mama looking, f** ‘em [Hook] Tate Kobang, ay Trap back, ay Gucci back, ay Cloud back, bumpin' Gucci Mane, bumpin' Tate Kobang, bumpin' They ain't want none [Outro] Good kush bring a n***a in the kitchen, good cooking And I know I might be early but my watch is good looking All my b**hes good looking, man this pistol good looking Only f** the b**h raw if her mama good looking, woah Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, god What up Roc, 300, D1