Gucci Flip Flops lyrics

[Intro: Jay Z]
Hit with the RICO they repo that vehicle
sh*t was all good just a week ago
About to start snitchin', ain't you?
Ready to start b*tchin', ain't you?
I forgive you, I forgive you
Hustlin' just ain't you

[Verse 1]
If you listenin' to this now that mean Swizzy got it cleared for me
2018, what a f*cked up year for me
Take it back to January, n*gga lost his father
Only way I got through it was bumpin' Wayne's first Carter
With the speakers blarin', windows down on my McLaren
See the wheels and it's apparent, this why these f*ck n*ggas starin'
Had a premonition, parked and got out, Calabasas far
Triple X, Biggie, Pac, n*ggas kill rappers in cars
That was back in June
I missed out on a couple million, gotta get back in tune
I wake up, work out, hit the studio right after noon
Still gotta pack a tool to pick my kids up after school
Don't put me in no situation where one of us n*ggas have to lose
'Cause you'll be in a casket soon
Closed tighter than Mac and Tune
Another classic with no Jigga verse, it'll happen soon
Go bar-for-bar with Jigga
Last wish of a young spitter even if the verse is killer
[Chorus]
That is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you n*ggas' demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my n*ggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did n*ggas right, 'til n*ggas start goin' left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, n*gga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' sides on the hood
Gucci flip flops

[Verse 2]
Still listenin'? I want y'all to picture this
Me and you tradin' lives, now tell me what the difference is?
More money, more problems
And more n*ggas who wanna kill you
More empty Patrón bottles
And I don't condone violence but n*ggas on phones wildin'
n*ggas on apps cappin', them choppers at full volume
I put money on n*ggas' books, got houses out foreclosure
One call'll open fire on n*ggas and force closure
I'm too O.G. for this sh*t
Built my career off the rock, Memph' Bleek in this b*tch
Comin' of Age, even squashed my beef with Meek for this sh*t
Get off the phone, stop speakin' and sh*t
Soon as 12 close the door on you n*ggas, mouth leakin' and sh*t
Go to jail, cut a deal, can't do a week in that b*tch
That's why I stay away, somewhere on a beach with a b*tch
Watchin' Narcos, listenin' to The Weeknd and sh*t
[Chorus]
And this is not how I die, I seen my death
Seen all you n*ggas' demise, folded hands on your chest
Always put my n*ggas first, they pray for my last breath
Thought I did n*ggas right, 'til n*ggas start goin' left
Gucci flip flops, ten toes down where I stood
Gucci flip flops, n*gga, I done got it from the mud
Gucci flip flops, hoppin' over fences 'cause I could
In Gucci flip flops, never switchin' on the hood
Gucci flip flops