Letras
Gucci Jesus
Crucified for my clout
Came back three days later
Still here
Flex my wrist
Flex my dick
Call me Starrit, I got the back muscles
Call me Dale, I got the Gucci belt buckle
Like a broken faucet, can't stop my drip
Air pods in no broke gettin' in
Soldja pods, just as good
Gucci Jesus is here FLEX
Patty cake patty cake pounding on her fam
Patty cake patty cake, punding cuz I can
Imma cough drop your bitch, throw her body in a ditch
1990's Camry gang BITCH
Boi you hella stupid
Walkin' around with a Cubin
Took her now and were zoomin'
Took your bitch you broke boy
Fucked a bitch she's stupid
Never trust a hooptie
Imma find a groupie
We gon have a three-way
Ice so cold I'm wearin' it
Frost all over my best chick
Shes starin' at my neck shit
Imma flip this brick quick
You hear that?
That's money
Something you won't get
Cuz your poor, and worthless
Zander wanted the pickup
Can't do that got too much ice
He started to wind up
Wrong move pall now he's dead (Nice shot)
Uzi's quitting music
Guess there's room for a man like me
Melodies oo smoothing
Like I'm on that show Glee
What about Kurt Hommel
Oh yeah isn't he pretty gay?
Kinda like Kurt Cobain
He should actually kill himself
Thankfully I'm not gay
They are annoying
They're always crying
They can get this AK spray
Yeah, I pull up like Gibby on the 22nd
Body about to be cold like James Charles Present
I snuggle with your corpse cuz I can
Yeah you ain't sisters like James Charles man
Call me shaggy cuz I'm only using 1%
Look like shaggy from heaven I descend
Dale bout to come to my house
But he can't cuz Corky likes to stomp a mouse
Picasso on my Sam Sprat shit
Vivid images of, neighborhood hysteria
People drink Bepis, hoes try to test this
All this bogus happens right in my area
Locally grown like a phone from the silicon
Glow like Tron took drugs caught malaria
Paint a picture, of life in suburbia
Big Draco got the strap, that he keep in his backpack
I'm just tryna cop Airpods to prove I got big stacks
Big facts
Tag facts feel slap catch his hands
No bands big boots strapped call it timberland
Gatorade glacier freeze, ice on my wrist
Brass knuckles on my fist
The bees knees so fresh call febreeze
Give me a keenex when I sneeze (Slave)
Slide into February then into march like a parade
We out here big flexing
Hip hip hooray like I just got laid
You beat the highscore
You earned a gold medal
Buckets jimmy buckets make it rain KFC buckets
Grab James Charles man and fuck
Imma grab your bitch slam her with my knee
Like I'm on that show Glee
What?
It just stopped, what?
Oh-
The beat ran out
MATT (it needs to be extended)
Hold up
I WAS IN THE FL-
Written by: Feet Fighters
