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Young Thug – Gucci Grocery Bag Lyrics

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Gucci Grocery Bag is the third song off Young Thug’s album “BUSINESS IS BUSINESS”. The track originally leaked on June 7th, 2019 And was officially released on June 23rd, 2023.

Gucci Grocery Bag Lyrics by Young Thug

[Intro]
Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (Gucci grocery bag)
Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (Rockin’ motherfucker)
Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (Yeah)
Gucci, Pucci, Gucci, Gucci, Pucci (Throwin’ racks, hey)

[Chorus]
Gucci grocery bag (Ayy), rockin’ that Gucci grocery bag (Let’s go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin’ that Gucci grocery bag (Take that)
Skeet off with a mask on (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I didn’t have a choice but to skeet off with a mask on (Skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, I got a Gucci grocery bag (Ayy), Gucci grocery bag (Let’s go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin’ a Gucci grocery bag (Yeah)
I just skeeted off with a mask, I just skeeted off with a mask on ’em (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ain’t tryna fuck with your daddy (Uh-uh), I don’t sin like a nasty boy (Let’s go)

[Verse 1]
I was in a Jag’, boy, diamonds all colors like a fag’, boy (Phew)
I was in a fast car, two hundred dash was the dash, boy (Brrt)
I don’t wanna clash, boy, boy, you better not touch this shag, boy (Let’s go)
I was sippin’ Act’, niggas down bad (Let’s go)
Bought the same whip, huh, I’ma get in it and crash (Phew)
Cougar pussy with that mohawk, Roscoe Dash (Dash)
Keep the money out this bitch, won’t pay my taxes (Let’s go)
I can go Trackhawk, I can go Lambo’, I can go Caddy (Let’s go)

[Chorus]
Gucci grocery bag (Ayy), rockin’ that Gucci grocery bag (Let’s go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin’ that Gucci grocery bag (Come on)
Skeet off with a mask on (Skeet off with a mask on)
I didn’t have a choice but to skeet off with a mask on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I got a Gucci grocery bag (Gucci)
Gucci grocery bag (Yeah)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin’ a Gucci grocery bag (Let’s go)
I just skeeted off with a mask, I just skeeted off with a mask on ’em (Skrrt)
Ain’t tryna fuck with your daddy (Uh-uh), I don’t sin like a nasty boy (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
I V12 all my whips and now they ten speed, boy (Woo, woo)
I’ma change her name to Williams like she Wendy (Let’s go)
Pocket full of white people like Dennis, boy (Yeah)
Too much money comin’ in for me to be empty (Yeah, yeah)
Peep the Rollie, she rock the same color as her panty (Yeah)
Peep the G-Shock-sized AP, the big B (Big B)
Diamonds multi-color like a sissy (Multi)
Can’t believe it’s butters, yellow diamonds (Yeah)
I told my shorty, shorty she so righteous (Righteous)
Whatever she want, told her do it like she Nike
I ran this money up ’til I got lightheaded (Lightheaded)
You niggas servin’, then beggin’
My diamonds movin’, they need Ritalin (Righteous)
Sent a rose gold **** in the penitentiary
Money and diamonds callin’ me, I’m a lick, yeah (Lightheaded)
Paralyzin’ these junctions, I’m a pimp, yeah
[Chorus]
Gucci grocery bag (Ayy), rockin’ that Gucci grocery bag (Let’s go)
Gucci grocery bag, rockin’ that Gucci grocery bag (Rockin’ that Gucci, Pucci)
Skeet off with a mask on (Gucci, Pucci, skrrt)
I didn’t have a choice but to skeet off with a mask on (Pucci)
Yeah, yeah, I got a Gucci grocery bag (Gucci)
Gucci grocery bag (Pucci)
Gucci grocery bag (Gucci), rockin’ a Gucci grocery bag (Pucci)
I just skeeted off with a mask (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt), I just skeeted off with a mask on ’em
Ain’t tryna fuck with your daddy (No), I don’t sin like a nasty boy



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