[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, huh huh, Gucci
Gucci Gucci Gucci, huh huh huh, what? What?
Watch Gucci, phew, Gucci, phew, phew, phew
Gucci Gucci, huh
So Icey Entertainment bangin' in this motherfucker
Chain hangin' in this motherfucker
Bling, blow, bling, blow, phew, wow, bling

[Chorus]
I smoke kush, and I pop beans
And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me
I sip lean, pure codeine
And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me
I smoke kush, and I pop beans
And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me
I sip lean, pure codeine
And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me

[Verse 1]
I'm so iced up, feel me up
I'm so kushed up, dog, I'm stuck
Somebody help me I can't get up
I bought a whole pound and I smoked the shit up
No more purp, let's restore
Call the kush man, tell him bring much more
We ask another 2 liter, we gon' do four
I'm so drowzy, I might snore
Chain so bright, what you call a eye sore?
If you ain't wanna fuck, what you spend the night for?
Pull all the hoes, what I got the ice for?
Win all the money, what I shot the dice for?
Thinkin' to myself, damn I'm high
I roll another swisher, I'm lookin for some fire
I'm DUI, we so drunk
Yo girl manned up, when she seen my dunk (Pussy nigga it's gucci)

[Chorus]
I smoke kush, and I pop beans
And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me
I sip lean, pure codeine
And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me
I smoke kush, and I pop beans
And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me
I sip lean, pure codeine
And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me (Pussy nigga its Gucci!)


[Verse 2]
I smoke Dutches, cool me down
While y'all sell ounces, nigga, I blow pounds
Pussy ass fuck boy, get the fuck from 'round
Gucci class clown, nigga, you can laugh now
Never back down, east A-town
Boulder crest my stompin' ground, I make sun valley proud
Me and throwback, what it do blood
We showin' hood love, nigga, we some hood thugs
I'm hot, I'm cold, hood I'm street
I'm so iced out check my new piece
Heart shaped diamonds, baby, ain't life sweet
Gucci frames on so I can't see
Gucci MVP, I bring that heat
In my all red dump, with the all chrome seats
Yeah, I'm on fire
Catch me in the hood, drag racin' for tires

[Chorus]
I smoke kush, and I pop beans
And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me
I sip lean, pure codeine
And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me
I smoke kush, and I pop beans
And I wouldn't give a damn how you feel about me
I sip lean, pure codeine
And I wouldn't give a damn what you say about me