Check

Affiliates, nigga

Pay attention, bitch

I mean, last time I checked, I was doing my motherfucking job

What are you doing?

Y'all niggas is funny, man

Hey, Gucci

Holiday season

It's been brought to my attention I got a few new haters

That shit like a plush flu party, baby

That line's wrapped around the motherfucking building

Hey, man, I'll get back at you when I get back from Paris

Holiday season

Yeah

All right

Nah, nah, nah, nah, Africa

But then I gotta talk to Sticks and we

Gotta go to motherfucking Jamaica, right?

Okay, okay

Yeah, yeah

I'll get back at y'all later

Appreciate you

Holla at a scout

Last time I checked, last time that's that

Last time I checked, I got that scrap, scrap

Every time I wake, every breath I take

Every time I walk, I got that sack

Yeah, yeah, I got that check

Last time I checked, yeah, stacks on deck

Yeah, I used to push that pack

Last time I checked, the snakes had my back

So I'm- Holiday season

This record, I ain't heard thing yet

But like Atlanta Falcons, I drop bird shit

Niggas mad 'cause they ain't got on yet

You're 35 years old, boy, don't, don't rep

Teenage year old boy sold that scrape

But ain't got the funds to fund your mixtape

I'm a product of the six, nigga, I'm that shit

So Icey real estate, boy, your section eight

First time, second time, third time, can't slide

Chop, chop, chop, chop, bye, bye, bye, bye

I'm Sun Valley shorty, homie, you're not I

But if you're on the east side, must be two sides

Got a $90,000 wall through the bay

Long wing young shorty checking pot pie

I got a $90,000 wall through the bay

And my fluff a living young chicken pot pie

Holiday season

Last time I checked, last time that's that

Last time I checked, I got that scrap, scrap

Every time I wake, every breath I take

Every time I walk, I got that sack

Yeah, yeah, I got that check

Last time I checked, yeah, stacks on deck

Yeah, I used to push that pack

Last time I checked, the snakes had my back

It's Gucci

My check, my check, so you pannow

Big dogs don't rat, Mr

17 Stacks

Young one tell tat that damn I'm fly

U-S-D-C-T-F-B-I

And for your F-Y-I, I'm so F-Y-E

Spell it F-Y-E 'cause dro girl can't read

Yeah

And Gs don't wear pink

Least what I think, I got that off-white mink

And them off-white bricks and that light green kush

And that red champagne in my green Rolls Royce

I put on so you mad I put Gucci on

Jay-Z, tell me where my finest fee?

Louis, Louis, Gucci, Gucci, yeah, they biting me

2006 I hit a hit, a half a milli'

30 Bricks, I hit a lick, yeah, I'm stunting, you see

Baby got pussy bang by that bitch, no rims

It's Gucci

Last time I checked, last time that's that

Last time I checked, I got that scrap, scrap

Every time I wake, every breath I take

Every time I walk, I got that sack

Yeah, yeah, I got that check

Last time I checked, yeah, stacks on deck

Yeah, I used to push that pack

Last time I checked, the snakes had my back

It's Gucci

Shout out to my nigga Plug Man

KD, what's happening, homie?

My big brother Joe Pro, what up?