Sept 4th

[Hook: Khroam] Got my day one Gucci on the track And you know we never lack All these rappers fucking wack Come around and my shooters go "bratatat" [Verse 1: Khroam] Like a Roman, she ride me with the Trojan Got hyperthermia from the neck down, 'cuz bitch I'm frozen Off this sour or these karats, bitch I'm steady dozin' You know I'm with my boys and the Lancer steady smokin' I stay steady floatin', y'all jokers just ghostin' Fuck around and catch a ghost, stackin' money on the road I'll fuck your bitch, ya bro choke, steady stainin' ya bitch throat I'm like Charlie Sheen, bitch I'm off the coke [Hook: Khroam] Got my day one Gucci on the track And you know we never lack All these rappers fucking wack Come around and my shooters go "bratatat" [Verse 2: Gucci FlipFlops] Simple bitches, Instagram flicking Like her post, I bet she'll let you get the dick in Ain't even gotta mention who I am She'll fuck the crew goddamn Say something but the crew and there'll be friction Khroam and me, MJ and Scottie Pippen I say Gucci and the bitches listen Say she want a picture, only if she'll let me hit her She'll swallow kids, that hoe a baby sitter Just seen her mister, asked where his girl I said "Bruh you just missed her" Tell him not to kiss her, cut the shit like some scissors Like 2 dykes late at night, god almighty I just might kill all these rappers Cut they head off, put it in a box with some wrapper Gucci out