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gps - pharaoh4x lyrics

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{hook 2x}

top pulled back dripped down i’m in the latest
feeling myself they gon’ say i’m overrated
she on my drip
thought i was basic
outta the mix
ducking feds and all the hatred
follow me and my steps
no gps
good weed
good s*x
i don’t need to stress
we don’t throw subs
you gon’ need a vest
all my n*ggas call shots
we don’t need a ref

{verse}

way i step should be a crime
watch how i move
cuz these n*ggas been outta line
brody go down for that charge
i got his bond
she think she gon’ be with me to waste time she out her mind
n*ggas blowing bags on a b*tch
they ain’t go no shame
brody got the cartis
it’s looking likе it got no frames
bullets for the opps
hit who whoеver they ain’t got no name
tinted colored whip but the body looking like cocaine
{bridge}

do this sh*t with ease
cartier tinted
when i roll through the streets
i could show u a trick
k!ll the top
and feel the breeze
we don’t do get backs
we gon’ leave em’ on the scene
i ain’t mean to fall back
now it’s time to apply the pressure
my b*tch so bad
that’s a fact
she with whatever
i won’t tell em’ twice
if they fall then i’ma let em’
oppositions got no chance
they know who better

{bridge 2}

in a different time zone
you said that you believed in me then why ya mind blown
drip sh*t
drip drop
the time that i’m on
remember what you did to me
we’ll let it be bygones
fly in g5
hop in a x6
my new b*tch be sh*ttin’ on my ex got my ex sick
pull up on the opps we dropping sh*t like it’s tetris
they scared when i slide cuz they know how i wreck sh*t
{verse 2}

time is money i’m tryna get me a patek
wraith umbrella just to match my fashion
stick and move when i’m dipping thru’ traffic
all assist
when i ball i pass it
game on lock we got gates on lock
on my word my lil bro he gon’ pop
thats ya shooter better hope he don’t flop
roll with them drums you gon’ see how we rock

{hook 2x}

top pulled back dripped down i’m in the latest
feeling myself they gon’ say i’m overrated
she on my drip
thought i was basic
outta the mix
ducking feds and all the hatred
follow me and my steps
no gps
good weed
good s*x
i don’t need to stress
we don’t throw subs
you gon’ need a vest
all my n*ggas call shots
we don’t need a ref

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