Lyrics 1017 - Tuesdaynightswim

I feel like Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane La Flare
I feel like Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane La Flare
I feel like Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane La Flare
Yeah, yeah

I feel like Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane La Flare
All these sticks on me, I'm Gucci Mane La Flare
I got that wock and the lean
I got a chop with a beam
Stick got a dick and it sing
Trade in this bitch for codeine
I feel like Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane La Flare
All these sticks ain't clean, I'm Gucci Mane La Flare
1017 we got sticks in our sofa
My lil bitch don't know, fuck what you told her
Ride with the drum and I'm making her hold it
High off the drugs and I'm losing my focus
Brrr, yeah, yeah

All of my niggas pull out in that Gucci
We got them clips just like it's a movie
Can't fuck that bitch if it's smelling like sushi
Spray down this block and I pop out a hoopty
We got them guns same size as Lil Uzi
Noid off them beans I still sleep with my tooley, yeah
I'm in the city like Wop, yeah
She suck the lean off the cock
I spill codeine on my ice
Double D's all in my glock
All of my diamonds parade for me
I'm on the drugs watch what you say to me
He tried to shoot me, I skeet in her box
I catch a case and I beat it like Wop

I feel like Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane La Flare
All these sticks on me, I'm Gucci Mane La Flare
I got that wock and the lean
I got a chop with a beam
Stick got a dick and it sing
Trade in this bitch for codeine
I feel like Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane La Flare
All these sticks ain't clean, I'm Gucci Mane La Flare
1017 we got sticks in our sofa
My lil bitch don't know, fuck what you told her
Ride with the drum and I'm making her hold it
High off the drugs and I'm losing my focus
Brrr, yeah, yeah