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intro - gelo lyrics

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thotty’s on xannys
and barbies on candys
smarties on plan b’s
and nuggets on camby

yo’ b-tch smell all clammy
my wallet all full of them bambi’s
flow like maxo on “grannies”

she in my bed with no jammies
all of this hatin’ so motivating
run after news, how i’m paper chasing
friday the 13th, i feel like jason

get her wetter than a water basin
weed in the jar like i’m a mason
backwoods and facts is all that i’m facin’
run in my slips i don’t need no lacin’

dont trust the plug, he way into lacin’
nothing but gas all up in my station
my boy keep a 9 like he rajon
ragin, like i’m all cajun
just to the money is where i’m racing

(skrrt, skrrt)

you don’t know who i know
you don’t roll what i roll
you ain’t know she my hoe
you don’t eat what i eat
you don’t smoke what i smoke
you wrote what i wrote
you just do as your told

been from the bottom, we shining now
used to ride clean but its grimy now
they all say its perfect timing now
but they wasn’t around when i was down

came out the mud, like wipe yo feet
racks for the plug if he got the heat
packs for the juug it ain’t nothing sweet
stick with the deuce like i’m derek jete

ride with the pack like, we winning now
they all wishing they could stop me
jordans and polo and gucci supreme…
now your b-tch wanna top me

sly like stallone
im hard as rambo
but now my neck got a lil rocky
your music highly questionable, don’t make me go and talk to papi

hate on me then, but they loving me now
nah y’all just fugazi
quit all the lean, i just stick to weed
y’all stuck on them xans, and y’all act too lazy

b-tch i’m dog, yeah i’m paper chasing
you ain’t making none of the moves i’m making
this sh-t bringing home all of that bacon
liam neeson that b-tch if she taken….

yeah, like, “fact.” “fact.” “fact.”
wanna talk shop like, “oh you move pack?”
25 pounds all up in the back back back
put 30k down, get it all right back

2500 on all the visuals
like b-tch, “my sh-t make residuals”
ten toes down all up in my tennis shoes
mortal combat, now i’ma finish you

in my left pocket got a rack rack rack
snitch for the trees you and your team looking like the rat pack
another 2000 on my tat tats
backwoods looking like a baseball bat

f-ck who you know
your boy ain’t gelo
making my point just like a free throw
i flip your b-tch off like a kilo
i’m gucci all down to my peehole
don’t let em in i check thru the peephole

taking these shots, ima reload
st-tch up yo b-tch like i’m lilo
loud all in my pockets
kilo keisha all in my chinos

italian b-tches all in my options
they just wanna have my bambinos
y’all acting childish, gambino
blow this loud like a c note

(fade out)

let me take you to the crib
let me show you how i live
i can show you how i get it
baby is you down with it?

- gelo lyrics

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