Lyrics Gucci Mane – Gelati

Gelati Lyrics – Gucci Mane

Singer: Gucci Mane
Title: Gelati

Richard Mill’ gave my wrist frostbite
Stay in the traphouse, trappin’ in all white (All white)
Dubai Ferarri, we ain’t choppin’ at the red light
Drop on my seat, know I ride with my ID

I can make a famous get shot on some IG
b#tch in the booby trap, go-go for pop me
He low-low for body, get smoked like gelati (Gelati)
Dope out the dollar, we throw the narcotics

Dancin’ erotic, got dope in her body
Bought the bentayga, couldn’t do the lil’ mozzy (Skrrt, skrrt)
My b#tch look like Megan, don’t do nothin’ but swallow
I call her Kim, drank nut out the bottle

I’m like, “b#tch, go f#ck for a dollar” (I’m like—)
I’m too rich, Valentino my collar (I’m like—)
Thick b#tch can’t take this, she holler (I’m like—)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too hollered

They checkin’ my ink, say they love my graffiti
Gave me two million, I bought me Ibiza
Rockin’ on Meek in Ibiza, I’m watchin’ for Peter
I gave this apiña the meaner

Literally, literally, they can’t get rid of me
Mill’ in a Rome, I rome in Cicile
Charlie go big at me, big, is you kiddin’ me?
I’m the head n#gg#, the end of vacinity

Blast on my enemies, sh#t on the industry
Try me, I get you knocked off, like the Kennedy
Gorilla like Willie B, cool like a sinner be
Shoutout the industry, f#cked up my image

n#gg#, if energy impact my synergy
Nah, I can’t ball, I call less as a ticket
Truth of me over, I tore up the ticket
n#gg#s be hoes, they horin’ to kick it

n#gg#s be dissin’ and snitchin’ and givin’ descriptions
Then wake up with crickets and fishes
You gon’ be found by a fisherman, act like you Gilligan
Gucci, you know I’m a villain

I beat you up mentally, figuratively, physically
I’m touchin’ like ensilin’, n#gg#s be b#tches
I find it sickenin’, show ’em no sympathy
No time for friends, I cut off his hands (His hands)

Richard Mill’ gave my wrist frostbite
Stay in the traphouse, trappin’ in all white (All white)
Dubai Ferarri, we ain’t choppin’ at the red light
Drop on my seat, know I ride with my ID

I can make a famous get shot on some IG
b#tch in the booby trap, go-go for pop me
He low-low for body, get smoked like gelati (Gelati)
Dope out the dollar, we throw the narcotics

Dancin’ erotic, got dope in her body
Bought the bentayga, couldn’t do the lil’ mozzy (Skrrt, skrrt)
My b#tch look like Megan, don’t do nothin’ but swallow
I call her Kim, drank nut out the bottle

I’m like, “b#tch, go f#ck for a dollar” (I’m like—)
I’m too rich, Valentino my collar (I’m like—)
Thick b#tch can’t take this, she holler (I’m like—)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too hollered

Look, went around the corner, might order me a mink (Brr)
Diamonds set ghost, fifteen-hundred for a teeth
If the table been full, how the f#ck you go eat?
Chains VS1, car CTSV

If you keep it P, then there’s money in the streets (Ms)
Worth like a couple Ms, they’ll murder for you
I was in the Lamb’ truck with a thirty on the seat (Pff)
Two bands for Chanel, that’s a bow on my feet

She a real freak, she’ll slap it on the cheeks (Hey)
She a down b#tch, she’ll set you for free
Take it to the wrong hood, they’ll find you in the trees
Half a bird on me now, umm, where could Heather be? (Uh)

Spend a bag now, ’til my b#tch patek pink
Had a condo in the collar, Gucci ship from overseas
Cuban ’til my neck froze, diamonds super load the breeze (Breeze)
Got my money makin’ ‘Wop, ’cause I make this sh#t with ease

All VVS stones, boy, we come from EBT (Yeah)
I ain’t go to BET (No), I was posted in the streets
With a diamond AP, havin’ Richard Millie dreams
‘Member bruger boy Gene? Now Amiri with Supreme

It don’t take much for my click to get seen
Old-head from the island said I’m doin’ my ting
Spent sixteen, just to buy my ring
I don’t shoot no ball, I don’t play for no team

BigWalk’ like a ring
Richard Mill’ gave my wrist frostbite
Stay in the traphouse, trappin’ in all white (All white)
Dubai Ferarri, we ain’t choppin’ at the red light

Drop on my seat, know I ride with my ID
I can make a famous get shot on some IG
b#tch in the booby trap, go-go for pop me
He low-low for body, get smoked like gelati (Gelati)

Dope out the dollar, we throw the narcotics
Dancin’ erotic, got dope in her body
Bought the bentayga, couldn’t do the lil’ mozzy (Skrrt, skrrt)
My b#tch look like Megan, don’t do nothin’ but swallow

I call her Kim, drank nut out the bottle
I’m like, “b#tch, go f#ck for a dollar” (I’m like—)
I’m too rich, Valentino my collar (I’m like—)
Thick b#tch can’t take this, she holler (I’m like—)

A trip by the jeweler, she way too hollered (Like)
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