Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Gucci on My’ by 21 Savage. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 21 Savage or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, Ransom)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Savage cutthroat, I’ll wipe your nose, nigga
My niggas from the West, they 4-double-0, nigga (4Hunnid)
I’ma make it storm, Magic City on a bitch
21 a felon, but he still ride with that stick
Yeah, he on TV, that nigga still be in the 6
F*ck this rap shit, that nigga still be hittin’ licks
VVS’ drippin’, yeah, yeah, drippin’, yeah, yeah
Serve a nigga with no scale, scale, with no scale, scale
Show you how to wrap a bale, bale, wrap a bale, bale
Ridin’ ’round without my seat belt, nigga, f*ck 12
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (it’s Gucci)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (it drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (my hoes)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (drip)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (on drip)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
G’d up in that Gucci
Boo’d up with your hoochie
Shh
Victoria Secret, I fucked her in that coochie
(YG’s doin’ okay, YG got a maid
YG gettin’ paid, YG skin clear, YG got a raise
YG got the hoes, YG on the blade, YG with the shits)
Prolly hit your bitch in the Wraith (yeah, yeah)
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, f*ck it up
Paid me, walk through, f*ck it up
The FN, FN f*ck ’em up
Under my designer, tucked
Boss bitch, boss bitch, boss bitch
I need me, need a boss bitch
One that take dick and talk shit
No weave, I’d rather her bald head
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga (Quavo)
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga (Quavo, Quavo, Quavo, Quavo)
Fifty thousand dollar back in at the shows, nigga (one hunnid)
Pull up in that bald head, Amber Rose, nigga (hey, Amber)
Feds takin’ pictures, shit, strike a pose, nigga (flash)
Million dollar lawyer, Jews, can’t wait to dismiss ’em (Jew, ayy)
Spend ’bout a dub in Gucci (Gucci)
Got your bitch wet in her coochie (ugh)
My nigga just got out of prison (huh)
He already totin’ an Uzi (grrt)
The pot is too big, jacuzzi (woo)
Money like Frank Lucas (Frank)
Walk out the bank in some Gucci (bank)
Fifty thousand to the goonies (uh)
Broke my wrist off in the pot (breakin’ that)
Tryna make a bigger knot (knot)
Jalapeño, block is hot (hot)
Duckin’, dodgin’ from the cops (12)
Put a hunnid in the stock (hunnid)
Put a four up in the pop (Act’)
So much Gucci on me
Hoppin’ out with double G, they thinkin’ I was Wop (Wop)
Flooded face, I got the Breitling loaded (ice)
Now I can’t even see the clock (nah)
Draco make his heart stop (grrah)
Split him like a Pop Tart (split him)
Gucci golf suit, Tiger Woods
In the back, Gucci golf cart (skrrt)
Heard you had to give the bread back
‘Cause you couldn’t get the sack off (woo, woo, Offset)
Ayy
Gucci my collar (Gucci), Gucci my bitch (Gucci)
Spend a lil’ money, that shit ain’t no problem (spend it)
Not good, I’m Gucci
Gave that bitch back to the hood, she groupin’ (here)
My diamonds is clean, but my cup is polluted (lean)
I fucked the bitch and now she act like she knew me (smash)
Open your lip, the stick start shootin’
Like, pop, pop-pop, pop, brrt, baow
I remember you used to be good on me (remember)
Now that I’m Gucci, I’m fuckin’ these thots, thots (I’m Gucci)
Connect with the plug like Wi-Fi (plug)
You know we on top, it is no tie (no)
I’m fuckin’ your bitch, nigga, why lie? (Smash)
Make the brick disappear, voilà (woo)
Yes, I’m a Migo, you know I’m a Migo (woo)
I’m shittin’ on niggas like ca-ca (bleh)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Rollie bust down, drippin’ on my clothes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga
(Mike WiLL Made It)
(Ransom)
Gucci on my shirt, Gucci on my hoes, nigga