The Intro
• Written by G-Spitta
Gaston Elie productions
You shootin shots but I'm duckin
Big baller you know all I get is buckets
You know how we coming
VVS on my neck and wrists
You know we be stuntin'
Started off with something
finishing wit more
working hard in practice
that shit got my body sore
put in work everyday, you know we not chillin
Money is a drug, we get high for the feeling
Give me a reason why I'm not the best breathing
This is the intro
you already know
We are going pro
Versace on my clothes
this is the intro
you already know
Versace on my clothes
I'm Coming at your throat
Girls spend more time in your wallet
then on your dick
Need a rookie QB no problem just hit up Rick
Deshaun went off last week, god damn man that boi is nice
All props to Rick tho that man work from 5 to nine
Haha, I'm on my grind, niggas, they know the time
I do this cause I love it, I'm not doing it for the vine
Sad to see Walter Peyton pass away in 99
It took time -- but finally the cash is mine
This is the intro
you already know
We are going pro
Versace on my clothes
this is the intro
you already know
Versace on my clothes
I'm Coming at your throat
I got that vicious flow, Burberry winter coat
People tryna steal my flow
Im coming at yo neck like Ray Lewis with the Hit Stick
Yes y'all some bum niggas
You niggas just make me laugh
Stack'em up all hunnids' nigga
Thats how I count my cash
Yes I just did the math, I'm onto better things
Cant be late, So I gotta dash
yo shit lame and yo shit trash
No I don't smoke gas
Gotta keep my vision tunnel
Gotta hold the ball cause these haters tryna see me fumble
This shits like a royal rumble
Everyone's tryna eliminate you
They call me the Gucci man, it's the Gucci crew
Gone
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G-Spitta
Member since May 10 2016