Hücci gang, Hücci gang, Hücci gang, Hücci gang... Hücci gang, Hücci gang, Hücci gang (Hücci gang!) Ooh. I know you felt that in your spirit. Yuh. This one’s for you: the one who gets to the function late, but comes thru drippin (drip, drip 💦) so no one minds. The one who doesn’t buy flowers when they’ve messed up but gets their significant other that oh so sweet baby blue Bürkin Bag they saw Gunna wear at the last BET Awards. How adorable. You see that shirt? Egyptian cotton. You see these SHEETS? No you don’t, but what you SHOULD know is these sheets right here are ALSO Egyptian Cotton. Thread count? Tuh.
Issa million. Hopping in this bed feels like laying naked in an isolation tank, all you feel is the void & the weight of your own poor decision making skills. But I digress!
This one’s for you: the one that doesn’t know whether they should be ur devil, or ur angle in love. The one that doesn’t go to a charter school in a resource-thin schooling district, but STILL wears a clear bag - (because you know that regardless of color, when you have ‘The Bag™’ you’re afforded luxuries that other’s aren’t.) Who’s gonna stop you from getting to everything you’ve ever desired? No one. That’s who. You may be a little toxic, but at least you LOOK good. And that’s okay:
It’s a WEIRDWILDWORLD and all of the Hümbans in it fit right in 🙏🏽🌍🛸