Pope Cyrus VII - Traffic all this

〈chorus〉
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane
Traffic all this damn cocaine (yeah)
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane (woah)
Traffic all this damn cocaine (woah, yuh)
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane (okay, yuh)
Traffic all this damn cocaine (yuh, ayy)
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane (ayy)
Traffic all this damn cocaine (ayy)

〈verse〉
Seven pullin' nines in this bitch, what you heard?
Cat got nine lives, i just took a third (three)
My guy on a whole xan, why the fuck you half ass? (uh)
Bro, you ain’t boosie, why you tryna be a badazz?
Wow, i'm a bad bitch, megan s. savage (woo)
Needle in your head, yeah my auntie get your cap knit
New girl bust it open, and i steer it like a captain (rrt)
Indica her ashes, but to me, it's acrid
Never call a ex, we won’t hang, don't ask me (fuck off)
Video shoot, still got pride in the camry
Never call a ex, we won't hang, don't ask me
Video shoot, still got pride in the camry
I might touch a little bit of money and just settle in (cash)
Posted up at the airport, sellin' heroin
Free the nonviolent, we the local business
‘bout to cough my lungs out in the damn kitchen
I'm so fuckin' high, bitch, i can't even find the fridge
Act so thirsty, do you need refreshment?
Flow sharp as hell so i had to cut my lip on it
Lookin’ wet as hell so i had to put my lip on it (mwah)
Ooh, i’m gettin' too confident
17 on me like fall of the ottoman
Diss me on the net, shit, i don’t really give a fuck
But if he hurt the family, we droppin' him

〈chorus〉
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane (ooh)
Traffic all this damn cocaine (woah)
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane (oh oh)
Traffic all this damn cocaine (damn cocaine)
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane
Traffic all this damn cocaine
Bitch, i feel like gucci mane (uh hey)
Traffic all this damn cocaine (damn cocaine)