Lil Pump - Gucci Gang (Mega Remix) ft. Gucci Mane, J Balvin, 21 Savage, Remy Ma, Ozuna, French Montana & Bad Bunny (English Translation) lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage, Lil Pump, French Montana & *Gucci Mane*]
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters on the roof, mane (Gucci gang)
Savage got shooters in the booth, mane
That’s it right there, Gnealz
This n*gga talkin' crazy ‘bout who, mane?
Shot a pus*y n*gga in his tooth, mane
(Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang)
Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat
*Lil Pump, Guwop*

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (yuh)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (ooh)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name (brr, yuh)
I can’t buy a b*tch no wedding ring (ooh)
Rather go and buy Balmains (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Lil Pump
Call me El Gato Guwop or Mustafa the 3rd
Back in the day they was callin' me Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the K
f*ck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin' the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it’s back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like the North Pole (brr)
Jumpin' out the whip just to pose in my Gucci robe (Wop)
Woke up in the picture, Bam Bam Bigelow
Gucci Mane a jiggalo, diamonds in my Figaro
Oh you know what, bro? I ain’t even know
Walkin' out the Gucci store, ‘bout to spend a hundred so
Lil’ bitty b*tch, with a big booty though
She a dancer but a grade A student though
Pump went to Harvard, well f*ck it, I’m goin' to Yale (Wop)
Free Meek Mill, free all my n*ggas in jail
Gucci to death, I’m really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it’s Gucci)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 2: Bad Bunny]
Rattlesnakes
f*cker, there are levels
Gucci, Gucci, you’ve seen me on the TV, ah
It’s not shrooms anymore, it’s L’s, ah
With this phillie it’s already two (two)
All the gangs diss me (prr)
And me f*cking with b*tches, I feel like I’m on Bang Bros (uh)
Yeah, they’re in for the times of [?] and the di*kies (di*kies)
Your girl calls me for Krippy (Krippy)
Drunk she asks me for whisky (whisky whisky)
Yeah, I eat sushi with Supreme chopsticks
We ruined the bed’s spring
Don’t be a snitch, don’t take screenshots
Smoking in the traffic jam (heh)
Gucci gang and sometimes Louis Vuitton
Driving in the Mercedes if you want pon
Always that Biggie-swagger with the cane
What’s up, Lil Pump (yeah)
The wallet with the wasp (prr)
The Uzi that shoots sparks, brr
And another one left the list
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, yeah
I’m high as f*ck, yeah
God protect my neurons, ah
f*cking in Barcelona, wuh
White girl but she got a fat ass
She injured my di*k
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, uh

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Gucci gang, Louis gang, Fendi gang
Savage wear a whole lot of mothaf*ckin' anything
f*ck a wedding ring, side b*tch, main b*tch
Your b*tch, his b*tch, Savage f*ckin' everything
Got a snake on my collar, I ain’t rockin' no diamonds
Y'all lil' n*ggas poppin', that’s chump change
Got an FN and a Draco
But I still f*cked around and hit him with the lil' pump, mane
I Saint Laurent my garments, lil' b*tch, pardon me
You still stay with your mama, lil' b*tch, pardon me
I run through the money like it grow on trees
You can’t afford new hair, you like to hold on weave
Double cup red, huh, just to match my ‘Rari, huh
I don’t even drive it, spent a quarter just to park it
Gucci on my daughter, and she still a toddler
She can barely talk but she know that her dad a baller

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 4: J Balvin]
From Medellín to Milano (Milano)
Champagne bottle in my hand (in my hand)
Sometimes even when I lose I’m winning
If I am there, you are in the background (flat, flat)
I do not play soccer (wuh)
But I arrive in Madrid and Cristiano picks me up (Cristiano)
I was Obama’s artist this year and I’m not even American (wuh)
From the Maybach to the plane, feels amazing
Now getting paid to me it’s having fun (ching)
Gucci the pants
And if you want me to sponsor, talk to me about a million (million)
Money like a Taliban (ah)
I do not know what bank you guys go to (ping)
They wanna buy but they don’t got enough
If you do not have everything Gucci you’re not Gucci gang (gang)
So many models that I already look like a magazine (yeh)
You giving her likes, and I was blocking her on Insta (She’s blocked, wuh, wuh)
Just be realistic (we clear)
You’re not Gucci gang even if you wear Gucci (hahaha)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 5: French Montana]
Haaan, Montana!
Got a lil' pump under the Gucci, mane, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy (Gucci gang)
Was yellin' “Ha” way before Juvi', mane (ayy, ayy)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, ayy
Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Kufi gang, diamonds all blue like Hoover gang
Nipsey, Snoop and them
Gucci gang, boomerang, made the block hot
Came through, went popped down south of Gucci Mane
French had the franchise
With a Franchize Boyz white tee, you ain’t like me (haaan)
Nah, you ain’t like me
You ride the wave, you ain’t like me
Cop some chains, you ain’t like me
Made a hook, you ain’t like me
Bills ain’t bills, a n*gga like me
Before the Gucci gang was the Gucci Mane (Mane)
Couldn’t see my life through a Gucci frame (frame)
Seven pills, Act' in my system (huh)
They gave Max life in the system (huh)
Servin' raw like sushi gang (huh)
Throw you off a Wyclef like Fugee gang (woo)

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a new chain (huh?)
My b*tch love do cocaine, ooh (brr)
I f*ck a b*tch, I forgot her name, yuh (yuh, yuh)
I can’t buy no b*tch no wedding ring, ooh (nope)
Rather go and buy Balmains, ayy (brr)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)

[Verse 6: Ozuna]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I keep the hand gun in the M6
I put it in your face like Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I never go easy, for y'all there isn’t a break
And with the AK we give you the fade
Today the whole gang wears Gucci
And there’s a pair of crazy dudes we need to beat down
I let them be, they say they are the boss
But they see me face to face and get soft on me, because
You can be frontin' all you want
Even my homies wear Gucci [and she’s inside the freezer?]
Twenty rifles, all through the stairs
You asked and they told you “the sound of the label”
Gucci gang, mine go forward, they never leave
Two-fifty the Richard Mille, the cuban link with diamonds
The babes saw me and soaked themselves
I sing to them beautifully and they disintegrate
You know that…
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I keep the hand gun in the M6
I put it in your face like Scarface
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
I never go easy, for y'all there isn’t a break
And with the AK we give you the fade

[Chorus: Remy Ma]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a Cuban (yeah)
My n*gga trap move cocaine (brr)
Since he met me, he forgot her name (yeah)
You a side chick, no weddin' ring (uh)
Got a $10,000 pair of Yves Saints
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang

[Verse 7: Remy Ma]
Gucci gang (yah), Pucci posse (yah)
Louis league (yah), Fendi fam
Hit the red carpet in a pink fur
Why? Just so I could Killa Cam
D Squared squad, Moschino mob
This fashion, skin caramel
Girl, I got so many boy bags, I'm kingpin
Chanel Cartel, yeah, yeah
You don't want smoke, no cigarettes (cigarettes)
I'm a pretty b*tch from the projects (yeah)
He ain't pop pills since we met (f*ck 'em)
Told him in my bra I got a Percocet (yeah)
All these hoes screamin' they the best yet (what?)
None of them ain't touch Rem' yet (nope)
Had your man open with a sex text (true)
Tax time only time you cash checks (yeah)

[Chorus: Remy Ma]
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang (Gucci gang)
Spend three racks on a Cuban (yeah)
My n*gga trap move cocaine (brr)
Since he met me, he forgot her name (yeah)
You a side chick, fuc b*tches weddin' ring (uh)
Got a $10,000 pair of Yves Saints
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang