Boro Ghor - Like Old Gucci Man

Thirty thousand on my wrist, huh (no lie)
I don't really give a fuck
You ain't really with the shits, huh (no lie)
Shoot you in the face
Then I take all your shit, huh (all of it)
Your momma lame
Your dad a bitch, huh

Been stacking my assets on acid
You was stalking your bitches while I was trappin' (creep)
Everything I talk is truth, no cappin (no lie)
This is my ship now, I'm the captain (vrooom)

Trapping a boatload, that's a fact
Don't play with me, or you can get wacked
My boys stay with them waps
Marmelade music got that crack
Looking handsome so I could act
Please stop sippin on that fake act
Flippin and flippin on these stacks
Trippin and trippin on these hacks
Saw your bitch and I went ackkkkk
Go to school, you don't need a strap (nope)
Pay attention in your class (yep)
Stay indoors unless you got a task (nope)
Got a coupe matte black (nyoom)
All my life I been getting flack
Now getting real fat
Like old Gucci Man (burr)

Thirty thousand on my wrist, huh (no lie)
I don't really give a fuck
You ain't really with the shits, huh (no lie)
Shoot you in the face
Then I take all your shit, huh (all of it)
Your momma lame and
Your dad a bitch, huh

I don't really give a fuck
You ain't really with the shits, huh
You ain't really with the shits, huh
Shoot you in the face, huh
Your daddy lame
Your momma a bitch, huh
I don't really give a fuck
You ain't really with the shits, huh

Playing with my money
I'll shoot you in the face
I am not Tay-k
This is not a race
Ten toes down
I'm still in first place
Shut your mouth cause
I'm not tryna debate
All of my life
I've been listening to the fakes
All of my life
I've been listening to the snake
God forgive me if I ever hate
No time to waste
No time for a bae

Written by:
Rishad Haque

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