Gucci Lilies On The Chain

Pull up on the block like "who this?"

Chain swing heavy, that’s a new risk

Tires screech out, see the new whip

Buddy talk big, but he toothpick

Fighting bro, he the next one folded

Talk real loud, but his courage got stolen

Bicyclists spinning, we lap ’em, they ghosted

Pedals to the metal, I ride what I’m holding

Gucci on the belt, that lily on the wrist

Soft little flower with a venom in the kiss

Smile in the pic, but the hands stay fists

Say he in the race, but he barely even shifts

Gucci lily, yeah it bloom on the chain (on the chain)

Pretty on the surface, in the middle there’s flame (there’s flame)

Buddy wanna box, he just bark, no bang (no bang)

I don’t ever talk much, I just step in the ring

Gucci lily, yeah it bloom on the chain (on the chain)

Circle getting small, but the legend remains (remains)

Bicycles spin, but we fly in the lane

I don’t ever talk much, I just step in the ring

Next buddy thinking that he ready for the smoke

Heard two words, then he ready to choke

Whole crew quiet when the real one spoke

Heart too heavy, make the concrete broke

Handlebars shaking when we rush that hill

I don’t chase clout, I just chase that thrill

Gucci on the tag, but the soul stay steel

Lily in the graveyard growing from will

Fighting bro, why you front? what’s the deal? (what’s the deal?)

You just flex for the screen, that’s not real (that’s not real)

I been cutting through the noise like a wheel

If you really want the smoke, say it, let’s seal