Gucci in 2006 Lyrics – Lucho SSJ

Gucci in 2006 Lyrics Meaning

[Verso 1]
In this part, Lucho’s putting himself on the same level as Gucci Mane in 2006 and Michael Jordan in 1996—two legends at the peak of their power. He’s basically saying, “I’m untouchable right now.” He’s also letting us know he’s rolling with heat, literally—he and his crew carry guns under their jerseys, ready for whatever comes. He throws shade at others who try to copy his style, saying his kind of flow isn’t something you can just buy or imitate. His jewelry comes from the U.S., and his Rolex (he calls it “Roleta”) costs 16K, flexing that wealth. When he steps into the studio, he brings serious energy, making it feel like hell in there—in a good way, like it’s pure fire. And then there’s this image of him painting 666 on the walls, which adds a dark, rebellious edge, like he’s not afraid to break rules and go full beast mode with his music and his lifestyle.

[Estribillo]
This hook is pure vibe. He’s got two girls calling him, he’s smoking a blunt with three grams in it, and he’s feeling lit—mentally and physically turned “on.” He’s dripped out in VLONE, which is high-end streetwear, and he’s catching flights, heading to New York like it’s just another day. While all this is going on, his phone’s blowing up, but he’s not picking up. He’s in his own zone, letting people call while he stays focused on his life. The phone’s on “do not disturb,” and he’s surrounded by girls who are clearly into the scene. It’s like he’s living a rockstar moment where he’s in full control and doesn’t need to respond to anyone unless he wants to.

[Verso 2]
Here he’s with a girl who’s got looks and confidence—she’s classy but also s*xual, and he likes that balance. He tells her to come his way, and when she climbs on top, it feels like Cupid is back, like love might still exist, even though he thought he’d killed that idea with his tough, street lifestyle (probably referring to shooting “Cupid” with a .40 caliber). After a concert, she asks for a photo, and the first thing she does is post it online, like she wants the world to know she’s with him—again, showing how clout matters in this world. He calls her a demon and says they should repeat that wild night, but he makes it clear: he’s not looking for a girlfriend. He likes staying mysterious and off the radar. Even though people act like they’re not watching him, he knows the haters are paying attention and secretly mad. He trusts that God is guiding his steps, and he just follows through with confidence. He doesn’t fake anything—his stories are always real. He grew up sharing meals with his brother, showing he comes from humble beginnings. Now he’s dropping 40K on his car and 3K on his shoes like it’s nothing. He’s got all the right tools, whether it’s gadgets, cash, or weed—specifically 3 ounces of Gelato. He never rats anyone out and knows how to rescue money when needed. And if someone close is struggling, he’ll help pull them out too. He’s loyal, street smart, and doing well for himself while keeping it all real.

[Estribillo]
Once again, he’s painting that same party-heavy, high-life picture. Two girls are calling, he’s got a fat blunt going, and everything’s turned up. He’s flying out in style wearing exclusive brands, not stressing about who’s calling him. If it’s not important or not about money, he’s not picking up. The phone’s on silent, and he’s just living his moment, with girls dancing around and the party not slowing down.

[Verso 3]
Lucho’s talking about how he’s making real money from the trap game—selling music and possibly still hustling. He’s sharp with his lyrics and never misses a beat. The girls are on him heavy, even sneaking around to hit him up. He says his tracks are moving like crack on the streets, meaning they’re in high demand. He’s building wealth, saying straight-up that he’s gonna be rich, and he’s not bluffing. A few years back, he entered the trap scene, and now he’s close to breaking into the charts—he’s seeing all his work pay off. His flow is top-tier, the kind that others wish they had, but most people just can’t reach his level. He doesn’t want calls unless they’re about money. These days, he’s always on the move, staying in hotels, living in luxury, surrounded by stacks of money and beautiful women. It’s the reward for grinding hard and staying focused while others just dream about this life.

[Refrán]
He’s flexing heavy here. He’s saying he dominates both the girls and the music beats, and his chains shine so bright they look like lasers. There’s no one else like him—he’s rare, one of a kind. If someone owes him money, he doesn’t wait around, he applies pressure and expects them to pay up quick. Other people try to act like they’re living the life, but he knows they’re faking it, while he and his crew are actually grinding hard—true hustlers. His crew is made up of real ones, solid people, the kind you compare to high-end Mercedes-Benz cars: smooth, classy, powerful. He repeats it to drive the point home—he kills the beats, the jewelry is shining, and he stays unique. He doesn’t tolerate delays in payments and keeps his people on point. The rest are just pretending, but his squad is all hustle, all G’s, pushing forward with real ambition and real results.