Gucci Durag lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


Produced by CpainBeatz

[Intro: Soulja Boy]

[Hook: Soulja Boy]

Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)

Gucci Durag (x8)

Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)

Gucci Durag (x8)

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]

Gucci durag just check out my flag
Just walked in this b*tch with a brand new bag
Pull up, Porsche, Check a flag
It ain't Halloween Im walking 'round with the mac
In the trap with the strap and that mac on my lap
Ménage à trois in my gucci durag
She a bad ass b*tch with a fake ass
I pull up Porsche truck and drop off a bag

Pull up im serving that [?] and they know that sh*t
Look at my diamonds you ain't even notice it
Walk in the mall with 20 thou' n*gga I blow that sh*t
You pass me that backwood it ain't no gas, imma throw that sh*t

Pull in the corvette and flex on you n*ggas
I'm Big Soulja Draco I dont f*ck with you n*ggas
Bout 200 in the corvette had to get a ticket
Jumped out that b*tch and i hopped in new Bentley

Pedal to the medal, Push it To the limit
In the trap I run circles round' n*ggas like fidget spinners
Condo came with versace slippers
SODMG records, n*gga I bought the building

I just made another million (ooh)
I just serve and then i'm killin (Uhh)
In the trap in the kitchen throw fish in the skillet
V12 my engine just to be specific

[Hook: Soulja Boy]
Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)

Gucci Durag (x8)

Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)

Gucci Durag (x8)

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]

Ridin' round' town with a brick on me
You ain't gotta ask, lil n*gga I got that stick on me
Run up on gang you history
Where you get all that money from damn it's a mystery

Sitting in the trap with that mac on my lap
Lil lame ass n*gga, Know you ain't getting no racks
I'm ridin' round' with that strap
Young n*gga post up with a brick in the trap
Just sold a brick the other day
Left wrist cost a hundred k (100k)
Run up on gang and imma let that choppa spray
Got a brick of actavis in my trophy case

I just cashed out on another Wraith
If you ain't getting no money get the f*ck up out my face
Hit the cookie dope i;m Outerspace
Talkin sh*t n*gga you know them bullets hit your face

[Hook: Soulja Boy]

Damn, Gucci durag
Ooh, Gucci durag
Ooh , ooh , Gucci durag
Uh, ooh, Gucci durag (Yeah)

Gucci Durag (x8)

Ooh, Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag
Gucci durag (Uhhh)

Gucci Durag (x8)

[Outro: Soulja Boy]
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