"Gucky" lyrics

I was a kid wearing rags
Now, I'm the kid with the bag
Came out a crib I was sharing with roaches 'n' rats
'Cause I didn't have shit in the bank

Never saw triple digits
I just get evicted
Put a air mattress at the homie's house
I prayed for the riches
And I'm not religious
I hit up a church to put food in my mouth

My house flooded, sleep freezing
Now I'm like: Neck flooded, mouth freezing
I was like, "Leaky pipes wrecked all my shit!"
Now, I drip like the mahfucking pipe's leaking

Hype demon; Pull up an' their eyes bleeding
Ice needed; Is everyone a'ight? Jesus!
The look on their faces is like this a vacation
I'm the destination they sight seeing

I got so much Gucky
I got so much Lewis
I got so much Versace
The money made me do it
Guess your boy got lucky
I was broke 'n' losing
Now, I don't need to know the brand names 'cause the money's stupid

I ain't never had a lot, man
Now, I swear, I got it all
Hit rodeo with the top back
So hard, it's assault
I ain't never had a rack, man
Now, I wanna see it fall
Money bigger than the backpack
Need a duffel bag; I'm God

Life is a dream; still reign supreme
I got the drop on the box sets
I got the plug on the dead stock
And I'm not talking 'bout StockX

Everything Gucci 'cause everything Gucci
I go to my parents', I never bring groupies
Not saying that everyone's stupid
But I'm spending money like I'm gon' never recoup it

They hit my line now, if anyone moving
I got the link, I got several Cubans
Money is evil? Money is evil?
I guarantee that the devil is looming

Pussy, get fucked while I finger this trigger
I'm taking my spot back; an Indian giver
My money is long, I'm not lending it ever
More Gucci, more Louis, more Fendi than ever

I got so much Gucky
I got so much Lewis
I got so much Versace
The money made me do it
Guess your boy got lucky
I was broke 'n' losing
Now, I don't need to know the brand names 'cause the money's stupid

I ain't never had a lot, man
Now, I swear, I got it all
Hit rodeo with the top back
So hard, it's assault
I ain't never had a rack, man
Now, I wanna see it fall
Money bigger than the backpack
Need a duffel bag; I'm God

Let me flex
My whole life is so much stress
Had a nervous fucking breakdown
Half the time I'm still depressed

Let me (eh,) let me (ay)
I 'on't do this every day
But, when you're broke for thirty years
Sometimes you wanna say "Okay!"

I ain't never had a lot, man
Now, I swear, I got it all
Hit rodeo with the top back
So hard, it's assault
I ain't never had a rack, man
Now, I wanna see it fall
Money bigger than the backpack
Need a duffel bag; I'm God