GSR lyrics

[Intro]
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I don't know how I want that in the beginning

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Blocka
Foenem put 'em on fah-fah
We ain't finna play with no tough guy
Lil' n*gga be talkin' that rah-rah
Hit 'em in the head pray to Allah
Hit a trick make the body go tie-dye
We playin' that sh*t when we drive-by
Somebody T-shirt gettin' tie-dyed
Sit by somebody gettin' high-fived
Somebody grandson gettin' stretched out (Stretched out)
Clock struck midnight then we crept out
Shoot 'em up, ain't nobody gettin' left out (Brrt)
In the trap for too long, gotta step out (Step)
All smoke in the air like a meth house
Say she love me, but 'Yac you the best out
I be f*ckin' my b*tch like I'm fresh out
I'm smokin' on gas 'til I'm burnt out
I be doing the dash tryna burn out
I don't f*ck with nobody, I learned now
Cut 'em off, give a f*ck how it turned out
Cut 'em off, give a f*ck how it turned out
Take a loss n*gga, go put the sherm out
n*ggas do want the smoke 'til they burnt out
That boy dead, what the f*ck is you turnt 'bout?
Boy I put in that work never clock out (That work)
[Verse 2]
I be doing my dirt with the Glock out
I be telling my b*tch, "Take the top off"
I be telling my opp n*gga, "Pop out"
Got me started, now they telling me to stop now
I be ballin' like the f*ck is a lock out (The f*ck?)
I be telling my n*ggas like when you pull up, come up like 12 and just shoot where you hop out
Say you want me to school on hard knocks
I keep telling that b*tch I'ma drop out
I keep telling y'all why I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, they police, y'all think it's a cop out
Lotta sh*t that y'all seem to forgot 'bout
Lotta sh*t that y'all seem to forget 'bout
Oh, we acting like snitchin' is this now?
n*ggas been eating cheese with the wrist out

[Verse 3]
n*ggas been on my di*k, but I've been keeping quiet
These n*ggas be tripping, they finna make me start a riot
Ayy, tired of eating these pus*y ass rappers, they finna make me start a diet
I'm tired of laying ya', laying your soul on top of the beat, on the way to go bury ya'
Ayy, n*ggas is barely a threat, if it is then I ain't even aware of it
Ayy, don't need no beat, I could carry it
Pale in comparison, this sh*t embarrassing
Ayy, big AR for your arrogance, die for your freedom since you an American
Ayy, your DNA on the presidents, maybe the evidence, blood on the revenue
Ayy, back from the dead like a revenant
Walk in the residence, clean off the residue
[Outro]
Yuh, yuh, ayy
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