"Gucci Rugs" lyrics
Saxkboy KD & That Mexican OT Lyrics
Every morning when I-
Every-, look, look
Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs
Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause?
Smoke buddy like some bud
Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches"
42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
Red Dead Redemption, let's have us a dual clip
Look like a ruler but I'm up out of school
I been studying the scene and I'm changing the mood
They be like, "OT, how do you do, that?"
I lift the clutter make it move back
Keep me a pistol, I'm too fat
Fighting, I'm not tryna do that
Betty Wick go vroom and leave 'em flat
Take a trip outta Mexico, why they be tourin'
Johnny Depp on the scene, I'ma let it blow
Make his body spin, just like a Mary go
Got me turnt up just like a stereo
He deep in that water, just like Nemo
She say she gon' deep throat, she blow me up like C4
Unload the clip, then I reload
I'm Texas Made, that won't never change
Smokin', sippin' drank, I'm hogging lanes
Anywhere body frame, watch them elbows swing
Hit 'em where he thank, with that big ol' thing
Big crackin' with the gang, I hit a stain
I'ma make 'em hit the "Hey", then I'm grippin' on the grain
Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs
Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause?
Smoke buddy like some bud
Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches"
42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's (Oh)
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission (Yeah, yeah)
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's (Come on)
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission (KD, shut the fuck up)
I'ma get out work (Baow, baowe, baow, baow) this blicky like I'm 'pose to
It's by any means
Niggas say they gangster and they not, it don't be what it seems (No, it don't)
Ass shot, no leg shot
Wait, headshot, face Maybelline (Oh, grrr)
I don't give a fuck 'bout who they with (Ayy), I bet we clear the scene (K shit)
Click the switch and good riddance, I call it "Pipe 'em up" (Come on, let's go)
I done lost my feelings for bitches, but still gon' buss 'em up (Come on)
I auction off my hoes, I fuck the baddies with they tummies tuck (Bitch, come on)
Niggas steady hating, it ain't major, they ain't moving nothin' (Niggas' opps)
It's reasons why they hating, it they not, mean you ain't doin' nothin' (Niggas' hoes)
I done told the bros when I get hot, we gon' put twenty up (Bitch, when I get hot)
And I ain't talkin' bands, I'm talkin' tops, bitch, you can work for us (Come on, let's go)
But you gotta be keen to these streets (Ayy, ayy) or you can't thug with us (KD)
I told 'em and I ain't gotta say the shit again (I ain't gotta say it again)
I'm controlling everything that's comin' from my mans
When they blow it (When they do it)
I'ma stand on all my business like I'm 'pose to when I'm trolling (And I'm slidin')
And all these niggas dying (Come on, come on) if we sliding on they homies
Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs
Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause?
Smoke buddy like some bud
Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches"
42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
Every-, look, look
Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs
Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause?
Smoke buddy like some bud
Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches"
42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
Red Dead Redemption, let's have us a dual clip
Look like a ruler but I'm up out of school
I been studying the scene and I'm changing the mood
They be like, "OT, how do you do, that?"
I lift the clutter make it move back
Keep me a pistol, I'm too fat
Fighting, I'm not tryna do that
Betty Wick go vroom and leave 'em flat
Take a trip outta Mexico, why they be tourin'
Johnny Depp on the scene, I'ma let it blow
Make his body spin, just like a Mary go
Got me turnt up just like a stereo
He deep in that water, just like Nemo
She say she gon' deep throat, she blow me up like C4
Unload the clip, then I reload
I'm Texas Made, that won't never change
Smokin', sippin' drank, I'm hogging lanes
Anywhere body frame, watch them elbows swing
Hit 'em where he thank, with that big ol' thing
Big crackin' with the gang, I hit a stain
I'ma make 'em hit the "Hey", then I'm grippin' on the grain
Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs
Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause?
Smoke buddy like some bud
Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches"
42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's (Oh)
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission (Yeah, yeah)
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's (Come on)
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission (KD, shut the fuck up)
I'ma get out work (Baow, baowe, baow, baow) this blicky like I'm 'pose to
It's by any means
Niggas say they gangster and they not, it don't be what it seems (No, it don't)
Ass shot, no leg shot
Wait, headshot, face Maybelline (Oh, grrr)
I don't give a fuck 'bout who they with (Ayy), I bet we clear the scene (K shit)
Click the switch and good riddance, I call it "Pipe 'em up" (Come on, let's go)
I done lost my feelings for bitches, but still gon' buss 'em up (Come on)
I auction off my hoes, I fuck the baddies with they tummies tuck (Bitch, come on)
Niggas steady hating, it ain't major, they ain't moving nothin' (Niggas' opps)
It's reasons why they hating, it they not, mean you ain't doin' nothin' (Niggas' hoes)
I done told the bros when I get hot, we gon' put twenty up (Bitch, when I get hot)
And I ain't talkin' bands, I'm talkin' tops, bitch, you can work for us (Come on, let's go)
But you gotta be keen to these streets (Ayy, ayy) or you can't thug with us (KD)
I told 'em and I ain't gotta say the shit again (I ain't gotta say it again)
I'm controlling everything that's comin' from my mans
When they blow it (When they do it)
I'ma stand on all my business like I'm 'pose to when I'm trolling (And I'm slidin')
And all these niggas dying (Come on, come on) if we sliding on they homies
Every morning when I take a shit, my feet land on some Gucci Rugs
Pop out with my thugs, what's cracking, cause?
Smoke buddy like some bud
Tell my shooter, "It's okay, the first one misses, we got switches"
42 Wallaby way, Sydney, I thought his bitch-ass was fishes
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
We got opps and we got bitches, we got dookas, we got glizzy's
Bitch, I'm kickin' down that door, no, I ain't asking for permission
