Bradystreet Guccibag!
[Chorus: BRADYSTREET]
All the angels want me back, all the demons got my back
My emotions turn black, 'cause I want that gucci bag
Living lavish, popping tags, everywhere I'm [?]
My emotions turn to black, 'cause I want that gucci bag
All the angels want me back, all the demons got my back
My emotions turn black, 'cause I want that gucci bag
Living lavish, popping tags, everywhere I'm [?]
My emotions turn to black, 'cause I want that gucci bag
[Verse 1: BRADYSTREET]
{?}
{?}, {?] flexin'
{?} 'cause you thinking 'bout them captions
All these fake rappers make me nauseous
{?}, need some diamonds on my wrist
They don't wanna see me win, I've been rapping like {?}
Ever since I told myself I have to be a f..cking man
{?}, I ain't never looking back
{?}, {?} so fantastic
All the demons {?} me, bitch I'm doing damage
{?}
{?}
{?}, I want it
{?}, I want it
Don't want you to call me
Smoking {?}
[Verse 2: KeterBoy]
Bitch I got that Gucci bag, bitch I got that Gucci bag
Bitch I pull out my shotty, put a nigga right on his back
Private jet doesn't lag, on that booty I play tag
And you know I got that heat although my rapper name is Trash
But your name is trash, counting all that cash
Bitches call me Hank 'cause I pull up right with that gas
Got that Gucci bag, with that LOUIS tag
Flash pass pass on that ass, I'm smoking grass, uh
[Chorus: BRADYSTREET]
All the angels want me back, all the demons got my back
My emotions turn black, 'cause I want that gucci bag
Living lavish, popping tags, everywhere I'm [?]
My emotions turn to black, 'cause I want that gucci bag
All the angels want me back, all the demons got my back
My emotions turn black, 'cause I want that gucci bag
Living lavish, popping tags, everywhere I'm [?]
My emotions turn to black, 'cause I want that gucci bag