Rylan G - Gulf Shores

Niggas still hating, it ain't stopping a thing
Celebrate another win, more bottles of champagne
Take the joy with the pain, the sun and the rain
Frankie Beverly and Maze, golden time of the day
Ugh
To get this shit, you gotta be tapped in
And if you get it, you dig it, so run it back then
The way I swim in her ocean, she thought I had a fin
You lil niggas is bogus, yo motion bout to end
Ugh
Stack it up for a drought
Quick trip to gulf shores, sun bring the hoes out
Do I look like I'm stressing, bitch I got my toes out
Thank god for it all, look at where we at now
Ugh, yeah
I gotta make it fasho
They ain't wanna let us in, so we blew up the door
I'm trynna make a lil money, then make make a lil more
Real niggas gotta win, fake niggas gotta go, what's hannin
Gulf Shores
Gulf Shores
Gulf Shores
Laid back, got my mind at ease
Blue sky, no clouds, I'm feelin a light breeze
Speed boats, jet skis, and sports cars
Big trucks, good weed, and alcohol
Ugh
Trynna pull up in a lamb
I'm authentic, yeah I really know who I am
I'm bout digits, stackin paper like my nigga Cam
Tell me what you gone do if you get in a jam
Ugh
It's Rylan G, the flyest P
Don't compare me to yo nigga, he ain't cold as me
It don't matter where I go, she wanna roll wit me
When you looking at a playa, baby what do you see
Ugh
Real nigga from my head to my feet
You can find me on the beach, smoking weed like Cheech, and Chong
Tell lil mama pass me a cone, if you think I ain't gone get it nigga, that's where you wrong
Ugh
Gulf Shores
Gulf Shores
Gulf Shores

Written by:
Rylan Gray

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