Kid Curry - GT

Rock out
Rock out
Rock out
Slatt
Homicide
Homicide
What
Yeah
We go ghost mode
When they bring the trackers (bring the trackers)
This, gun gon shred yo bones
Like a weed wacker (weed wacker)
Come in contact with the feds
Watch yo feet back up
You a victim of the system
You might need back up (call the oppas)
Pull up on the opps (what)
Pull up on the opps (yeah)
Pull up on the opps (slatt)
Pull up on the opps (yeah)
Pull up on the opps (bi)
Pull up on the opps (yeah)
Pull up on the opps (what)
Pull up on the opps (yeah yeah)
I been posted with my llamas (with my llamas)
What? I been posted with iguanas (with iguanas)
Yeah, see more money see more commas (see the cash)
Aye, do this shit the way I wanna (what yeah)
Do this shit cuz I'm a baller (I'm a baller bitch)
Huh, shoot his legs now he a crawler (grrra)
Yeah, tell that boy to fix his collar (bi bi)
Aye, why that clown think he a scholar (yeah)
Might go summon all these demons in my backyard (what what)
Might go summon all these demons in my backyard (yeah, yeah what)
You a pussy, see you run, see you lack hard (see you lacking)
Speed racing in this bitch like I'm nascar (yeah yeah yeah)
Aye, riding around in a coupe, somebody say issa gt
I just been fucking on alla ya hoes, but none of you bitches can please me
I just been fucking the, I just been making the waves, drip and I drown like Fiji
I just been up in the, I just been up in the clouds but I'm so high you can't see me (what)
Yuh, gt3, it's got speed, that's why they envy me (envy me)
Stop reposting all yo shit, with a mp3 (yeah)
Man yo music like a virus, it's a STD (what)
All these rappers they be ass, left it all to me (let's go)
Pull up on the opps (what)
Pull up on the opps (yeah)
Pull up on the opps (what)
Pull up on the opps (yeah)
Told him I'm a killer (homicide)
He told me I'm not
He wanna bet money (slatt)
I bet him a lot
I bet him the cash (cash)
He doing the dash
These rings 5 hunnid (what)
I'm rich and you mad
Make so much paper (let's go)
I feel like an Ad
Got so many m's
They calling me dad (slatt)
We go ghost mode
When they bring the trackers (bring the trackers)
This, gun gon shred yo bones
Like a weed wacker (weed wacker)
Come in contact with the feds
Watch yo feet back up (feet back up)
You a victim of the system
You might need back up

Written by:
Arin Kumar

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find