You better suck this shit (Aw, yeah) I don't rock no fuckin' Ricks, I'm a Gucci chink (Yeah) [Verse: Eric Reprid] This bitch let me use her mouth like a fuckin' sink She tryna see how far I come, bitch, don't fuckin' blink (Yeah) My money comin' in on trucks, my money in 'em brinks Cocaine drippin' out my throat, somebody get me a drink (Yeah) Slap that bitch every time that we fuckin' link (Aw, yeah) That lil' bitch a whore, that lil' bitch got fuckin' kinks (Yeah) I put Gucci and Balenciaga on my chinks (Woah) I put down a pack of cigarettes, it help me think (Hey) I gt me some fuckin' Cubans, not the fuckin' links (Hy) Pussy boy, keep chasin' hoes, and your money shrink (Yeah) I keep makin' my mama cry, but I love my ink (Yeah) When I die, bury me inside that Gucci mink (Yeah) I been swingin' my dick 'round your fuckin' bitch (Yeah) I been swingin' my dick 'round your fuckin' mama (Yeah) I been swingin' my dick 'round without no condom (Huh) I been swingin' my dick around since I got money (Huh) [Chorus: Eric Reprid] Gucci on my dick, Gucci on my bitch (Uh-huh) Gucci on my mama, Gucci on my kids (Uh-yeah) Gucci on my daddy, Gucci on my clique (Hey) I don't rock no fuckin' Ricks, I'm a Gucci chink (Yeah) Slap that ho (Yeah), slap that bitch (Yeah) Slap that ho (Hey), slap that bitch (Huh) You see that Gucci on my dick
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