Gunk lyrics

[Verse]
My n*ggas really with the sh*t it's clip galore (uh huh), your n*ggas never with the sh*t cause n*gga your (on mamas)
n*ggas never killed sh*t so you can not relate to this (uhuh), land of the red and blue handkerchief
Razor blade tucked under my tongue when it’s war time, f*ck with me that's a buck 50 across your eye (on mamas)
Catch a n*gga slipping f*ck a we just mopped the floor sign (boom boom boom), bust a n*gga head hit the turf and then we glorify
Aye fool
You heard how I just bust on such and such (no, what happened), didn't want to do it but that n*gga owed a 100 bucks (what)
n*gga talking bout he got 40 well
b*tch I’m off a 40 with this 40 ‘finna lose my temper surely (oh), anger problem since a shorty
In the hood hearing stories (uh huh), ‘finna bust a bullsh*t mission with my Uncle Rick and Morty (uh huh)
Uncle Nathan probably tripping off some sh*t he probably snorted (uh huh)
n*gga high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted

[Break]
Aye my Uncle in this mother-f*cker feeling off a half a gram of that caucasian girl. That, that n*gga been sniffing on that sh*t all mother-f*cking day. And he still ain't woke up from earlier this morning, on God

[Chorus]
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (uh huh)
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (he higher than a mother-f*cker)
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (uh huh)
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (on mamas)
[Break]
Aye aye aye aye aye, aye where them n*ggas from over there? You from where? Oh okay, forsure, fasho

[Verse]
Okay, back to reality (ahha), n*gga run your salary (uh huh)
All up in your b*tch pockets, no remorse we been mobbing (on mamas)
b*tches selling pus*y and they blowing sh*t like Bin Laden (on mamas)
Liquor store we been posted, fist fights we been locking (on mamas)
My style had been stolen (ahha), f*ck n*gga been mocking (uh huh)
Your life had been stolen (ahha), Big T had been mopped him (uh huh)
All up in another n*gga district (ahha), shoot your house and then tell you that another n*gga did it (boom boom boom)
Should've never been all up in another n*gga business (on God)
Should've never been all up in another n*gga - hold up, wait
High point the throw away (okay), 5 points you go today (okay)
10 if you hit him and his bro today, fasho okay
50 if you end up on (okay), Channel 2 and 4 today (okay)
Empty out that 100 round until the clip aborted
Bet he spray that little ho util that b*tch sound distorted (uhhuh)

[Chorus]
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (uh huh)
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (he higher than a mother-f*cker)
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (uh huh)
High as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted
High high high as f*ck so everything I say sound distorted (on mamas)
[Outro]
Slide with my mother-f*cking n*ggas, full fledge I'm a die with my mother-f*cking n*ggas huh
Slide with my mother-f*cking n*ggas, full fledge I'm a die with my mother-f*cking n*ggas huh
Slide with my mother-f*cking n*ggas, full fledge I'm a die with my mother-f*cking n*ggas huh
Slide with my mother-f*cking n*ggas, full fledge I'm a die with my mother-f*cking n*ggas huh