Freeband Gang
What's up Chanel?
Young (Pretty and Paid, Sonny Digital)
FBG global (Project X, she had to put on a bucket right quick, yeah)
Astronaut
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (yeah)
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Them bands up, they gon' pay someone to hurt you
Gettin' rich was my virtue
Maybach fish bowl, creep in it like a turtle
Big stacks won't fold, taller than a hurdle
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas servin'
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas murkin'
California, fast cars, going cowabunga
Every mornin' go and shop, draping up designer
Got my legal credit card, keep that dirty F&N
Shoot a thou', bet a thou', hurry drop the PIN
Me and Herion dropped a seven on a ten
Seven days out the week, come through, spin
I'm gettin' legal money, still ride with dirty F&Ns
California, fast cars, going cowabunga
Gang unit lookin'for my young niggas murkin'
Gang unit lookin' for my young niggas servin'
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah
Double G's on my pocketbook, forgot which nigga bought it
Always speak my mind, don't care who hear, don't get your problem
Don't count my eggs before they hatch, I cross my T's and dot my I's
Like them double C's and Prada bags and hella dollar signs, bitch
Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
And I got the shoes to match, these bitches fuck for that
That's no cap, bitch
P-A-P, I like free bands with no strings attached
Don't be cashin' out on me if you gon' want your money back
'Cause I hate ballers that fiendin' like Felicia
These hoes don't want no beef, if they eat salad it's a Caesar
These bitches problems in my eyes, I pick 'em with some tweezers
Now tell me who belong to the streets?
Like Romeo they tryna master the P (Pap, bitch)
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah
Givency duffel bag, Givency duffle bag, yeah
Givency duffel bag, Givency duffle bag, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat (talk that shit, Young)
Gucci bucket hat with a cup of Act'
Pair of skinnies on and a couple racks
Couple hitters with me with a couple gats
Opps say we missed 'em so we double back
Look like Dapper Dan, just a dope boy from the '80s
Ace Boogie at the cleaners, that was me until I made it
Whatever I want, they pay it, had they money right, I weigh it
The way I'm sellin' Molly Savage, you'd think Mike WiLL done made it
Bitch I'm paid in full, I feel like Mitch in that Benz
Riding with that tool, sellin' dog food, don't need no friends
Pluto and Seven in that foreign, feel like Bobo back again (rest in peace)
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah
Givency duffel bag, Givency duffle bag, yeah
Givency duffel bag, Givency duffle bag, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Servin' fentanyl, I ain't goin' back, yeah
Yeah, Gucci bucket hat, Gucci bucket hat, yeah