Gucci

Artist: Mad Clip Tags: Trap , Hip-Hop

[Chorus]
Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο
Ντύσε με Gucci κλείσε μου τον τάφο
Μη ξεχάσεις όλα αυτά που σας έλεγα
Θα 'μαι κάπου εκεί ψηλά μες τα σύννεφα

Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο
Ντύσε με Gucci κλείσε μου τον τάφο
Μη ξεχάσεις όλα αυτά που σας έλεγα
Θα 'μαι κάπου εκεί ψηλά μες τα σύννεφα

[Verse 1]
Ο χρόνος περνάει η φάτσα μου γερνάει
Κυνηγάμε φράγκα λες κι η ομάδα μου πεινάει
Δείκτης παν' στο Rolex που ποτέ δε σταματάει
Η πωλήτρια μου είπε αν το προσέχω δε χαλάει
Κοίτα ποιος γαμάει τώρα που πήρα φορά
Haters με θέλουν νεκρό μες σε νεκροφόρα
Πράγματα δεν είναι απλά όπως ήταν πρώτα
Όνειρα μου πέτυχα μέσα μου είχα φλόγα
Μόνο πράξεις γάμα τα λόγια, τα λόγια είναι φτώχεια
Και αν με κράξεις πρόσεχε που κρύβεσαι
Μη μου λες πολλά μην ανοίγεσαι
Μάτια λεν' πολλά μες τη ζήλια πνίγεσαι
Κι αν πεθάνω αύριο στρίψε μου ένα μπαφο
Να 'σαι σίγουρος θα το σκάσω με το Χάρο
Στον παράδεισο θα κρυφτώ και θα νταγλάρω
Κάπου μες στα σύννεφα θα βρω να την αράξω

[Chorus]
Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο
Ντύσε με Gucci κλείσε μου τον τάφο
Μη ξεχάσεις όλα αυτά που σας έλεγα
Θα 'μαι κάπου εκεί ψηλά μες τα σύννεφα

Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο
Ντύσε με Gucci κλείσε μου τον τάφο
Μη ξεχάσεις όλα αυτά που σας έλεγα
Θα 'μαι κάπου εκεί ψηλά μες τα σύννεφα

[Verse 2]
Το παιχνίδι δεν χωράει φιλίες και αγάπες
Στη γειτονιά άμα δε προσεχείς θα πατήσεις νάρκες
Μπορεί ο κολλητός σου ο παιδικός σου
Να γίνει μια μέρα ο μεγαλύτερος εχθρός σου
Πρόσεχε τη πλάτη σου και ποιον δηλώνεις bro σου
Είναι σπάνιο δεν θέλουν όλοι το καλό σου
Δεν θέλω να στο παίζω έξυπνος ούτε σοφός
Όπου υπάρχει το σκοτάδι κρύβεται το φως
Δυστυχώς πούλησα ψυχή πριν κάποια χρόνια
Η κόλαση δεν έχει ζέστη είναι μες τα χιόνια
Από τότε η καρδιά μου κρύα σαν το χειμώνα
Η ψυχή μου πιο ψυχρή και από παγετώνα
Έκανα συμφωνία με το σατανά
Μου έδωσε φήμη φράγκα ρούχα ακριβά
Μου είπε μην αγχώνομαι θα πάν' όλα καλά
Δεν ήξερα τι έκανα μικρός δεν ήξερα

[Chorus]
Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο
Ντύσε με Gucci κλείσε μου τον τάφο
Μη ξεχάσεις όλα αυτά που σας έλεγα
Θα 'μαι κάπου εκεί ψηλά μες τα σύννεφα

Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο
Ντύσε με Gucci κλείσε μου τον τάφο
Μη ξεχάσεις όλα αυτά που σας έλεγα
Θα 'μαι κάπου εκεί ψηλά μες τα σύννεφα
[Chorus]
If I die tomorrow, bury me with a blunt
Dress me in Gucci, close up my grave
Don't forget all the things I used to tell you
I'll be somewhere up there in the clouds

If I die tomorrow, bury me with a blunt
Dress me in Gucci, close up my grave
Don't forget all the things I used to tell you
I'll be somewhere up there in the clouds

[Verse 1]
Time keeps moving, my face is getting older
We chase the bag like the crew's been starving
The hand keeps turning on a Rolex that never stops
The saleswoman told me if I take care of it, it won't break
Look who's killing it now that I picked up speed
Haters want me dead, in a hearse
Things aren't simple like they used to be
Caught my dreams, I had a flame burning inside me
Only actions — fuck the words, words are poverty
And if you diss me, watch where you hide
Don't tell me much, don't open up
Eyes say a lot, you're drowning in envy
And if I die tomorrow, roll me a blunt
You can be sure, I'll bounce off with Death
In paradise I'll hide out and chill
Somewhere in the clouds I'll find a spot to lay low

[Chorus]
If I die tomorrow, bury me with a blunt
Dress me in Gucci, close up my grave
Don't forget all the things I used to tell you
I'll be somewhere up there in the clouds

If I die tomorrow, bury me with a blunt
Dress me in Gucci, close up my grave
Don't forget all the things I used to tell you
I'll be somewhere up there in the clouds

[Verse 2]
The game's got no room for friendships, no love
In the hood if you're not careful you'll step on mines
Maybe your best friend, your childhood ride-or-die
Becomes one day your biggest enemy
Watch your back, and who you call your bro
It's rare — not everyone wants what's best for you
I'm not trying to play it smart or wise
Wherever the darkness is, the light is hiding
Unfortunately I sold my soul a few years back
Hell isn't hot, it's frozen in snow
Since then my heart has been cold as winter
My soul colder than a glacier
I made a deal with the devil
He gave me fame, money, expensive clothes
Told me don't stress, it'll all work out
I didn't know what I was doing — I was young, I didn't know

[Chorus]
If I die tomorrow, bury me with a blunt
Dress me in Gucci, close up my grave
Don't forget all the things I used to tell you
I'll be somewhere up there in the clouds

If I die tomorrow, bury me with a blunt
Dress me in Gucci, close up my grave
Don't forget all the things I used to tell you
I'll be somewhere up there in the clouds

Historical context

Mad Clip (Πέτρος Πανταζίδης) was one of the central figures of the Greek trap movement that emerged in Athens around 2017–2018. Greek trap took the American Atlanta-trap template — the 808-heavy production, the triplet flow, the brand-name and drug references — and grafted it onto Greek slang and the post-financial-crisis social landscape of Athens neighborhoods like Πατήσια, Πειραιάς, and Καλλιθέα.

Mad Clip died on 6 October 2021 in a car accident on Vouliagmenis Avenue in Athens, in his mid-thirties. He had been one of the genre’s biggest commercial successes. After his death, lines like “Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο”if I die tomorrow, bury me with a blunt — which had been a standard trap-bravado posture, took on a literal weight that no one had intended when the song was recorded.

The song’s cultural references are coordinates of the genre:

Reading

The song is built on a classic trap architecture: the chorus is the will, the verses unpack different sides of the speaker.

The chorus — the will. The hook is a four-line testament. Bury me with a blunt. Dress me in Gucci. Close my grave. Don’t forget what I told you. The fourth line — I’ll be somewhere up there in the clouds — is both literally “in heaven” and a euphemism for being high (μες τα σύννεφα is everyday Greek for stoned, lost in thought, out of it). The double reading is deliberate: dead and high at the same time.

Verse 1 — the cocky outside. The first verse is the trap default mode: time-passing, money-chasing, watch-flexing, hater-warning. The Rolex line is a wonderfully Greek touch — the saleswoman gave him a maintenance tip, like he just bought a household appliance. The verse ends, though, by sliding back into the chorus’s death-thoughts: if I die tomorrow, roll me a blunt — I’ll bounce off with Death, hide in paradise, chill in the clouds. He treats the afterlife the way he treats the present: a place to lay low and smoke.

Verse 2 — the haunted inside. This is where the song turns serious, and turns away from genre conventions. The opening lines stay in trap territory — the game has no room for friendship, watch your bro, the hood is a minefield. But then the verse pivots:

Unfortunately I sold my soul a few years back Hell isn’t hot, it’s frozen in snow Since then my heart’s been cold as winter My soul colder than a glacier

The Faustian frame is unusual for Greek trap, which usually celebrates the bag without confessing the cost. And the inversion of hell — not hot but frozen — pulls the imagery toward something more like Dante’s Cocytus, the deepest circle of the Inferno where the betrayers are encased in ice. Whether the reference is intentional or arrived at by instinct, the effect is the same: a confession that getting what he wanted made him cold inside.

The closing couplet — I didn’t know what I was doing, I was young, I didn’t know — is the song’s emotional center. The whole bravado of the rest of the track is contextualized by this admission. He signed something he didn’t understand. He got the fame, the money, the Gucci. And he’s cold.

The chorus, in retrospect. What the song says, more or less, is: I have made my peace with dying young. If it happens, send me off in style. In October 2021, it did happen. The chorus is now read at funerals — both literally and as a kind of tribute on Greek hip-hop social media. It’s the rare trap song where the artist’s actual fate gave the lyric its final meaning.

Notes

μπάφος
Αν πεθάνω αύριο θάψε με με μπάφο
blunt, joint
Slang for a cannabis cigarette (joint or blunt). Standard in Greek trap vocabulary.
φράγκα
Κυνηγάμε φράγκα λες κι η ομάδα μου πεινάει
money, cash
Slang for money — originally from the French franc, generalized in Greek slang to mean cash, dough, bag.
πήρα φορά
Κοίτα ποιος γαμάει τώρα που πήρα φορά
I picked up speed / got momentum
Idiom: παίρνω φορά = to gain momentum, take off, get rolling. Used here in the boastful sense of "now that my career is launched".
κράξεις
Και αν με κράξεις πρόσεχε που κρύβεσαι
diss me, call me out
In trap and youth slang, κράζω = to publicly call out, diss, criticize loudly. Originally just "to shout / caw" (the verb you use for crows).
θα το σκάσω με το Χάρο
Να 'σαι σίγουρος θα το σκάσω με το Χάρο
I'll bounce off with Death
το σκάω = to bolt, run away, sneak off. ο Χάρος = Death personified, a figure from Greek folk tradition (the modernized form of ancient Charon). The image — sneaking off in the company of Death — is half cocky, half resigned.
νταγλάρω
Στον παράδεισο θα κρυφτώ και θα νταγλάρω
chill, lay low
Newer Greek slang (2010s) for chilling, lounging, taking it easy. Roughly equivalent to American 'chill' or 'kick back'.
την αράξω
Κάπου μες στα σύννεφα θα βρω να την αράξω
kick back, lounge
Idiom: την αράζω = to chill, settle in, take it easy. The article την refers to nothing specific — it's a slangy filler that's part of the phrase.
πατήσεις νάρκες
Στη γειτονιά άμα δε προσεχείς θα πατήσεις νάρκες
step on mines
Literal: stepping on landmines. Metaphor for the social traps and betrayals of the neighborhood — make one wrong move and it blows up in your face.
κολλητός / παιδικός
Μπορεί ο κολλητός σου ο παιδικός σου
best friend / childhood friend
κολλητός literally 'glued', meaning the friend you're inseparable from. παιδικός = from childhood. Stacking them together — best friend from childhood — makes the betrayal that follows hit harder.
πούλησα ψυχή
Δυστυχώς πούλησα ψυχή πριν κάποια χρόνια
I sold my soul
The Faustian image — selling the soul to the devil in exchange for fame, fortune, or worldly success. Unusual depth for the trap genre, which usually celebrates the bag without confessing the cost.
Η κόλαση δεν έχει ζέστη είναι μες τα χιόνια
Η κόλαση δεν έχει ζέστη είναι μες τα χιόνια
Hell isn't hot, it's in the snow
Inversion of the popular image of hell as fire. Closer to Dante's Cocytus — the lowest circle of Inferno, frozen, where the betrayers are encased in ice. Whether Mad Clip intended the Dante reference or arrived at the image independently, the move is the same.