[Produced By: Boi-1da & OB O'Brien]

[Intro: Gucci Flipflops]

Gucci!

Flipflop!

[Hook 1: Gucci Flipflops]

I got enemies, got a lot of enemies

Every time I see 'em, something wrong with they memory

They tryna take it away from the gucci. from a Gucci

Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your Gucci

[Verse 1: Gucci Flipflops]

Got a couple people online tryna throw dirt on me

While I'm sippin' dirty sprite and just don't give a fuck

Cause I know they ain't got words on me

Here a couple people talkin' trash

Tryna figure out if I should respond to you

Now I remember the only people I give a fuck about is the people I respond to

So I'mma lay down like their nonexistent career

Yeah, I'mma start talkin' 'bout the women that got in some tears

Cause my dick too big and I can't handle it

And my dick too big and they can't handle it

Kissing bald heads is good luck, so I put my dick on her lip

Guch take shots, burn out, and then I get reloaded

Yeah, your girl Hermione and she grab my wand

She love it when I hocus pocus

[Hook 2: Gucci Flipflops]

Yeah, I got enemies, got a lot of enemies

I got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy

They tryna the wave from a Gucci

Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your Gucci

[Verse 2: Emperor Aguila]

(L'eggo)

I got energy, I gotta lotta energy

Sly thots befriending me, my thoughts render the

Simile industry like a striker in the inner streets

Finna ralley an alley, turning turkies into dinner meat

I go HAM, my hoe pole dance, yours? No thanks

Giving gashes, fishing for flashes of fire works

On the Fourth of July, a liar twerks awry

Imma worth a try, toasting, roasting, the guy

I'm eatin', yeah boy, I'm eatin'

Sleeping sirens keeping under a thick rock, dreaming

Iron, shrieking thunder, the big cock feeding, peeping

Tom Carrol, I'm heralded, coughin' up ya creaking coffin

Mothafucka, snap like a Center under pressure

Psycho charity case, have ya quarter back, record a rap

Parody Ma$e, inherently face the fact that

I call the shots, eye ball a lot, smoothly to be exact

Emp

[Hook 2: Gucci Flipflops]

I got enemies, got a lot of enemies

I got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy

They tryna the wave from a Gucci

Fuckin’ with the kid and pray for your Gucci, man