Wanted Gucci On My Buckle So I Had To Hustle Lyrics

Song Details: Wanted Gucci On My Buckle So I Had To Hustle Lyrics. The song name is YNW Freestyle which is sung by YNW Melly, YNW Juvy & JGreen.

Wanted Gucci On My Buckle So I Had To Hustle Lyrics

[Intro: YNW Melly]
(Here comes Mr. Softie, the soft ice cream man
Delicious treats for the whole family
A soft ice cream store on wheels (On wheels))

[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
Made it through the struggle, got it off the muscle (Off the muscle)
Wanted Gucci on my buckle, so I had to hustle (Hustle, hustle)
Stomach growlin’ like a lion, I was really hungry (Dawg)
Ain’t nobody wanna help me, got it on my lonely (My lonely)
Jalen that my brother, we like Rich Homie and Thugger
Disrespect my whodie, then I’m shootin’ at your mother, huh (Your mother)
Boy I know you love her, cause’ you fuck without a rubber, huh (Gucci)
If that bitch start actin’ up, just go and find another, huh (Sheesh)
Gucci, Louis, Hermes, and Givenchy on my body (Yeah)
Promethazine and Sprite, but I ain’t fuckin’ with no molly (No way)
Big shoutout to Kodak Black, he follow me on Insta (Dang)
If you wanna chop it up, I put it in a blender (Blender)
Flokka smokin’ niggas, I ain’t got nothin’ to give ya’ (Bye)
I’m shootin’ out the sunroof, Sosa shootin’ out the window (Bang)
Yeah, this is a freestyle nigga you ain’t gotta ask me (Nah)
Pussy squirtin’, mini skirt, I like my bitches nasty, uh
And she make all A’s and B’s, I like my bitches classy, huh (Classy)
Quarter pound of ganja pack, I stretch it like elastic, huh (Elastic)
Take you to the Gucci store, then flip it like gymnastics (Flip it)
Juugin and finessin’, we was counting all our blessings (For real)
Your bitch do the Melly pose cause I’m a living legend (For real)
[Verse 2: YNW Juvy]
I’m that nigga from the Ave, you don’t even know the half
Just a walk through my hood, pussy boy you need a pass
Tell the judge, “suck my dick”
And tell the state to kiss my ass
Me and my team in first, while you pussy niggas in last
Crackas all on my dick cause they say I made a hit
When I grab the microphone, they like “Sosa you can spit”
When I fucked that nigga bitch, that really made that nigga sick
Shoutout to J Money cause that nigga there trick
Man she say she cannot love me cause she know that I’m a pimp
And I’m tired of eating noodles, man I really want that steak
Shoutout to anime cause baby girl got that cake
When she saw her friend suckin’ she like, “Can she have a taste?”
They like “Sosa you awake”
Please get the fuck out my face
Cause bitch you been replaced
Cracka knockin’ on the door tryna give your boy a case
(Man shit crazy)
Momma cryin’ every night, grandma prayin’ every night
Man they call me Michael Jordan cause I’m finna take flight
When I get on the stage, bitches turning on the light
And if you really wanna die, fuck nigga I take your life

[Verse 3: JGreen]
I said Melly dropped the four, he mix promethazine and Sprite
Project baby, we was working hard all night
With them ootas I was lethal but my whip game was nicer
Steady screaming that she love me but she know I can not wife her
Young niggas rule the world, I got that young nigga paper
A nigga thing is sweet, I’ma send him to his maker
When I cum they gotta add up, ain’t talking calculator
These niggas on my trail but lil’ shawty keep that blazer
Shoutout to my brother Trell he show me how to use that laser
These niggas claim they real but we know that they be faking
Army Gang, they come through sliding and they deeper than some Haitians
Screaming free my nigga Savage up the road, we getting this waiter
Came straight from the bottom, headed straight to the top
Boy I’m all about that Fetty and I ain’t talking ’bout Wap
Pockets looking kinda thick, they gon’ thinking I’m serving knots
And I keep that Tony Parker so I know I can’t get robbed
Plus I kick it like Fifa, that lil’ ain, she a eater
Catch me slidin’ in the foreign, Louie loaf, his wife beater
Been in corners, I’m with Nina, and start saving when I’m squeezing
A nigga think I’m sweet, he gon’ try for any reason
Being broke can’t be an option, getting money, that’s a standard
When them things get to flashing, they gon’ think they a camera
Polo down to the floor and I ain’t dressing up the mannequin
Young nigga world, young nigga way, how y’all gon’ handle this

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