Ceehuncho - Gelato #33 (feat. SleezeteamK3)

This gelato 33
You can catch me on the highway
With a glocky and a ki'
This a Glock 43
Try to rob me if you please
My bitch a 10 out of 10
I just seen you with a 3
She been sucking me all night
I bet she hate me on her knees
I just walked into this bitch with
Twenty thousand worth of paper
K muzzle hot I passed it off
Like a baked potato
I don't want the work if it don't
Smell stronger than car painter
I see him looking at this roll
I'm finna hit 'em with this Glock eighter
What I'm talking 'bout that's a Glock 35
How you pouring 1's bro
You dropping peewee lines
We got 30 and 50 clip dicks
What's yo meat size?
Imma get the blitz off the rip
I'm on D-line
He still waiting for the money
I ain't send it yet
I'm a motherfuckin' patriot Bill Belichick
Doin all that sliding how the fuck
Yo life ain't ended yet?
I just checked my Distrokid account
And it's a heavy check

How you the best out yo city
But you off key?
Lyrics ass flow unoriginal you not me
Who want smoke I'm serving more beef
Than a chopped cheese
.223's small and spicy like a Taki
My Nina hot and ready like Little Caesars
I ain't got the 'Cat I'm sliding on 'em
In an old Beamer
Im finna hack into yo messages
This a phone reader
E-93 in the blunt
Smell like shoe cleaner

Hella smoke coming out this aye
Like a stainless steamer
Poured a whole 4 up in this Fanta
I'm a heavy leaner
Big ass gun shootin' .556's
Imma stop the Beamer
I just took 3 fuckin' percs
Feel like a fuckin' tweaker
Aye and I'm finna
Blow her backend
If I can't get it out the front
I get it out the backend
My niggas call me sleeze
Hell yea I'm know for lashin'
Everything I rap about I really did
It ain't no actin'

For real watch me take these pills
Bitch I really get off
I'm feeling real numb stand over 'em
Now his head gone
Now his head gone
Or shit no now his head blown
When I was sittin in that cell
Niggas wouldn't pick up that jail phone
I still rock the V-Lone for
The nights that I ain't had shit
Only white tees and
I'm still fuckin' a bad bitch
Baby K came wood grain
For when I wack shit
Murdavale baby niggas
Know you better slap this

Written by:
cee huncho, k 3

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