Lil Pump – Gucci Gang Remix (ft. Ozuna, French Montana, J Balvin, Bad Bunny, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage) Lyrics

Gucci Gang Remix Lyrics by Lil Pump ft. Ozuna, French Montana, J Balvin, Bad Bunny, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage

[Intro – 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & Gucci Mane]
21, Gucci gang “Lil Pump”
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane “Montana”
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane “brr”
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane “Gucci gang”
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This n—a talking crazy ’bout who, mane?
Shot him in his ear and his tooth, mane
“Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang”
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
Guwop

[Hook/Chorus – Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Spend three racks on a new chain “yuh”
My b—h love do cocaine, ooh “ooh”
I f–k a b—h, I forgot her name “brr, yuh”
I can’t buy a b—h no wedding ring “ooh”
Rather go and buy Balmains “brr”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Spend three racks on a new chain “huh?”
My b—h love do cocaine, ooh “brr”
I f–k a b—h, I forgot her name, yuh “yuh, yuh”
I can’t buy no b—h no wedding ring, ooh “nope”
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy “brr”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”

[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was calling me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
F–k with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watching the snakes “Gucci”
Made me eight mil’ so I bought her a Wraith “mwah”
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole “brr”
Jumping out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe “Wop”
Woke up in (?), Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walking out the Gucci store, ’bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty b—h, got a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well f–k it, I’m going to Yale “Wop”
Free Meek Mill, free all my n—-s in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself “Gucci gang”
Feeling myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt “it’s Gucci”

[Verse 2 – Bad Bunny]
Serpiente’ de cascabele’
Cabrón, hay nivele’
Gucci, Gucci, tú me has visto en la tele, ah
Ya no son seta’, son L, ah
Con este phillie ya van dos “dos”
Me tiran tos’ los bandos “prr”
Y ya to’ el mundo chingando, ya me siento en Bang Bros “¡uh!”
Yeah, están pa’ los tiempo’ y latarle lo’ D-ckies “D-ckies”
Tu jeva llama pa’ Krippy “Krippy”
Bellaca me pide un Whisky “Whisky, Whisky”
Yeah, el sushi se come con palo’ Supreme
A la cama le agotamo’ el spring
No sea’ chota, no me tires screenshot
Capsuleando en el tapón “¡heh!”
Gucci Gang y a veces Louis Vuitton
Ando en las Mercedes por si quieres pon
Siempre flow Biggie con el bastón
Dímelo, Lil Pump “yeah”
La cartera con la’ avispa’ “prr”
La Uzi que bota chispa, brr
Y otro se fue de la lista
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
Tengo una nota cabrona, yeah
Dios proteja mis neuronas, ah
Chingando por Barcelona, wuh
Blanquita pero culona
El bicho me lo lesiona
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, uh

[Verse 3 – 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of m———-g anything
F–k a wedding ring, side b—h, main b—h
Your b—h, his b—h, Savage f—–g everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rocking no diamonds
Y’all lil’ n—-s popping, that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still f—-d around and hit him with the lil’ pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil’ b—h, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil’ b—h, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Verse 4 – J Balvin]
Desde Medellín a Milano “Milano”
Botella de champaña en mi mano “en mi mano”
A veces hasta perdiendo gano
Si yo estoy ahí, tú estás segundo plano “plano, plano”
No juego fútbol “wuh”
Pero llego a Madrid, me recibe Cristiano “Cristiano”
Fui el artista de Obama este año y eso que en verdad no soy ni Americano “wuh”
Del Maybach pa’l avión, se siente cabrón
Cobrar pa’ mí ya es diversión “ching”
Gucci el pantalón
Y si quiere’ un auspicio háblame de un millón “millo’”
Dinero como un talibán “ah”
Yo no sé a qué banco es que ustedes van “ping”
Quieren comprar pero no les da
Si no tienes todo Gucci no eres Gucci gang “gang”
Tantas modelo’ que ya parezco una revista “yeh”
Tú dándole like y yo que estaba bloqueándola del Insta “‘tá bloquea’, wuh, wuh”
Solamente se realista “‘tamo’ claro’”
Tú no eres Gucci gang aunque de Gucci te vista’ “hahaha”

[Verse 5 – French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil’ pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy “Gucci gang”
Was yelling “Ha” way before Juvi’, mane “ayy, ayy”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me “haaan”
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a n—a like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane “Mane”
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame “frame”
Seven pills, Act’ in my system “huh”
They gave Max life in the system “huh”
Serving raw like sushi gang “huh”
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang “woo”

[Verse 6 – Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
La corta la guardo en el M6, sí
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade
‘Pecialista ‘e Gucci te lo manda
Y hay un par de loco’ que hay que darle una parranda
Yo no tengo, dicen que ello’ mandan
Pero me ven de frente y se me ablandan
Porque tú puede’ frontear lo que tú quiera’
Hasta los panas míos visten Gucci y ella ‘entro ‘e la nevera
Viste cuando optó por la escalera
Tú le preguntaste y te dijeron “El sonido ‘e la disquera”
Gucci gang, lo mío es pa’lante, nunca se van
Dos cincuenta el Richard Mille, la cubana en diamond
Que me vieron las babies y se mojan’
Yo les canto bonito y se quedan deselegán’
Porque saben qué
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, eh
La corta la guardo en el M6
Te la pongo en la cara como Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Yo nunca le bajo, pa’ ustedes no hay break
Y con el AK te hacemo’ el fade

[Hook/Chorus – Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Spend three racks on a new chain “huh?”
My b—h love do cocaine, ooh “brr”
I f–k a b—h, I forgot her name, yuh “yuh, yuh”
I can’t buy no b—h no wedding ring, ooh “nope”
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy “brr”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”
Spend three racks on a new chain “huh?”
My b—h love do cocaine, ooh “brr”
I f–k a b—h, I forgot her name, yuh “yuh, yuh”
I can’t buy no b—h no wedding ring, ooh “nope”
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy “brr”
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang “Gucci gang”

Gucci Gang Remix Lyrics by Lil Pump ft. Ozuna, French Montana, J Balvin, Bad Bunny, Gucci Mane & 21 Savage

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