Lil Wayne Gucci Gucci (Freestyle) lyrics

“One big room full of bad b*tches”

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Fu got the weed, Marl got the gun
They say numbers don't lie
B*tch, I'm not the one
Hammers in ya face, this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK, talking about a murder
We roll a Dr. Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got pussy on the way and pussy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi, Tunechi, toaster, tooly
F*ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini, nina colada
Suck, swallow, semen, saliva
I'm going at your collar
F*ck you hoe n*ggas!
Weezy go hard, you b*tches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a f*cking dope dealer
You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I'm in one big room, full of bad b*tches..

(I'm in one big room, full of bad b*tches)

It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f*ck around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl

Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi, Tunechi
Toaster, tooly, f*ck around and pop ya

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Back where I started on my set, in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don't pack extra clips, we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children, now don't be childish
Be with wild-ass n*ggas and I am the wildest.
I'm a motherf*cker, call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie, I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands, skateboard n' my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do, so b*tch I do what I can
Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait, man
I'm just saying..
I'm in one big room, full of bad b*tches, yeah

“One big room full of bad b*tches”

Tunechi baby!