Gallery lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
n*gga just
Left out the store
Dropped a twenty ball, n*gga
Ayy
With a light twenty
What we doin'?
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Dropped a twenty ball in Gallery Department
Spent a n*gga salary on garments, ayy
In the mansion, but we came from the apartments
Real drug dealer turned artist, yeah
Dropped a twenty ball in Gallery Department
Spent a n*gga salary on garments, ayy
In the mansion, but we came from the apartments
Real drug dealer turned artist, yеah

[Verse 1]
Real drug dealer, not thе fake one
Yeah, I sold real pills and fake ones
And my n*ggas, they some robbers, they'll take somethin'
If my b*tch catch me cheatin', I'ma play dumb
But if I catch her cheatin', I'ma leave the b*tch
I don't handcuff a ho, I just free the b*tch
One thing I'll never do is need a b*tch
I ain't never needed sh*t, but I need a brick
Ayy, thousand dollars sweatpants, you see the drip
And it came straight from Gallery, you see the stitch
Sent my b*tch to Colombia, you see the hips
Bought her two BBLs and it cost a brick
[Chorus]
Dropped a twenty ball in Gallery Department
Spent a n*gga salary on garments, ayy
In the mansion, but we came from the apartments
Real drug dealer turned artist, yeah
Dropped a twenty ball in Gallery Department
Spent a n*gga salary on garments, ayy
In the mansion, but we came from the apartments
Real drug dealer turned artist, yeah

[Verse 2]
I got makeup stains on my Amiris
If you ain't a bad b*tch, get from near me
I only f*ck bad b*tches, n*gga, clearly
What I make in a month, you make yearly
Ayy, what you make in a month, I make a day
Got a double AMG truck, we filled it up with K's
Got a room at the Double Tree, we trappin' all day
Got the trap house like McDonald's, servin' all J's
White, black, Asian, I don't discriminate
If you fine with a fat ass, might take you on a date
If you don't got an ass, then you gotta have a face
Gotta look like a model with an itty bitty waist
Don't ever think you locked in, you get replaced
I just hit a n*gga b*tch, ooh, my mistake
Top notch b*tches, they get flown up out of state
And I met her backstage, ooh, must be fate
[Chorus]
Dropped a twenty ball in Gallery Department
Spent a n*gga salary on garments, ayy
In the mansion, but we came from the apartments
Real drug dealer turned artist, yeah
Dropped a twenty ball in Gallery Department
Spent a n*gga salary on garments, ayy
In the mansion, but we came from the apartments
Real drug dealer turned artist, yeah