Gucci Sweater - Riff Raff & Lil Tracy

Raven, Lil Peep Tracy Oh, oh, oh Rrr Shawty hit me on my phone, phone, phone Said she love me, I say, "oh, oh, oh" But I'm never comin' home, home, home Bitch, you left me on my own, own, own Now I'm gettin' to the dough, dough, dough Fuckin' bitches on the road, road, road Now I got a lot of hoes, hoes, hoes Say they love me, I'm like "oh, oh, oh" Sorry baby I gotta go I ain't tell her "bye-bye" I'm flyin' up shawty, watch me fly by Alright, alright, alright Baby, you can come with me if you wanna fly high I'm countin' bands with Lil Peep Ridin' through the city and I got your bitch with me Ayy, she say she love me, I say, "oh" Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Bitch, no, no, no Where were you when I was broke, broke, broke? Now you want me 'cause I glow, glow Shawty hit me on my phone, phone, phone Said she love me, I say, "oh, oh, oh" But I'm never comin' home, home, home Bitch, you left me on my own, own, own Now I'm gettin' to the dough, dough, dough Fuckin' bitches on the road, road, road Now I got a lot of hoes, hoes, hoes Say they love me, I'm like "oh, oh, oh" I need that bread like a loaf I get that neck from your hoe She is not shy, but she choke Told me she love me, I'm like "oh" Met that lil' bitch on the road She do not want me to go I just got paid for a show Turned it up like the stove I'm conceited, bitch, I got a reason Ice in my mouth, you can see it Sun out, but I'm freezin' Everyday is the weekend I cannot love a lil' hoe I know you fucked my lil' bro Twerkin' that shit, I'm like "oh" Twerkin' that shit, I'm like "oh" Shawty hit me on my phone, phone, phone Said she love me, I say, "oh, oh, oh" But I'm never comin' home, home, home Bitch, you left me on my own, own, own Now I'm gettin' to the dough, dough, dough Fuckin' bitches on the road, road, road Now I got a lot of hoes, hoes, hoes Say they love me, I'm like "oh, oh, oh"

Oh, oh, oh I know these bitches gon' know Badmon56k When we pulling up, yeah Oh, wooh, oh, oh Ayy, bad bitch on a perc, Feel like I'm fucking on a fiend (fucking on a fiend) Used to rock them Eckō's, now it's Balmain on my jeans (yeah) Shawty so bad, girl, I fuck with your physique (yeah) I'm stranded at sea, I got drip, yeah (yeah) Five fucking racks for the fit, yeah Snakeskin on my shoe, they finna hiss, yeah (hiss) I swear this Gucci ring love to glisten I swear I love these bitches, I'm a feminist Yeah, eating on that pussy like filet mignon Ayy, yo' bitch all in my DMs, better take her phone Yeah, shoutout Buku Bandz, them my lil bros Yeah, hit 'em with the heat, leave 'em in the snow, yeah I got cheese so I put it on my bread Triple D's, them titties bigger than my head (goddamn) Alex McQueen mixed it up with the Hermès Stepped on the scene, made that bitch lose her breath (yeah, yeah) Jumped out the Porsche then I jumped in a jet (jumped in a jet) Oh that's your whore, then why she giving neck? (why?) My foreign bitch tryna teach me French (bonjour) My spanish bitch speak no English (yeah) Ayy, bad bitch on a perc, Feel like I'm fucking on a fiend (fucking on a fiend) Used to rock them Eckō's, now it's Balmain on my jeans (yeah) Shawty so bad, girl, I fuck with your physique (yeah) I'm stranded at sea, I got drip, yeah (yeah) Ayy, I got on Moncler kicks (Moncler) Gave my bitch a few hunnid, go get your hair did I'm eating good, my money green just like asparagus Lil Tracy broke as shit, boy you hilarious I'm a king in my city, that's for sure (that's for sure) Yeah, and PETA don't support me, I rock fur (bitch I rock fur) Boy, you been broke for ten years, that's absurd Get the fuck off yo' ass (get the fuck off Yo' ass), won't you get you a bag (get you a bag) Buy your lil bitch a bag Ayy, bad bitch on a perc, Feel like I'm fucking on a fiend (fucking on a fiend) Used to rock them Eckō's now It's Balmain on my jeans (yeah) Shawty so bad, girl, I fuck with your physique (yeah) I'm stranded at sea, I got drip, yeah (yeah) Oh, oh, oh I know these bitches gon' know When we pulling up, yeah Oh, oh, oh