Lyrics What Gucci Had - Slim Jesus

What Gucci Had

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