Todd Gurley lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ]
I ain't worried 'bout these n*ggas, I be over sh*t (I be over)
Treat a model b*tch just like a Doberman (Like a Dober')
Sayin' this your ho, never broke the b*tch (Never broke her, Matt Brick$)
Laughin' while I kill n*ggas on some Joker sh*t (Like a Joker)
Put an eighth in my 'Wood on some smoker sh*t (Smoker sh*t)
Makin' snaps all in Fendi, what'd you get, though? (What'd you get?)
n*ggas signin' for the same sh*t we hit for (This n*gga stupid)
All the clubs play our sh*t when we ain't there, though (We ain't there)
Black double-R flyin' like a scarecrow (Flyin' like a scarecrow)
Yeah, we really them n*ggas, this ain't make-believe (Yeah, this sh*t real)
Flashin' blues in the camera, I ain't sayin' cheese (I ain't sayin' cheese)
All these buttons in my pants, yeah, they stable piece (All these motherf*ckin' buttons)
All this ice on my body like a Maple Leaf (Maple Leaf)
Jesus Christ on my feet, how much you pay for these? (Jesus Christ)
Keep killin' all these n*ggas, I can't take it easy (Take it easy)
n*ggas couldn't take my b*tch if I make her leave (Make her leave)

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
n*gga can't take my b*tch, but I hope he do (I hope he do)
Got a blower in my pocket, what you tryna do? (What you tryna do?)
Why you worried 'bout this di*k if I ain't f*ckin' you?
Killers with me, if I nod, then he finna shoot (Finna shoot)
I got b*tches throwin' ass like I'm Uncle Luke (Uncle Luke)
Fear of Gods on me, I'm afraid of these ('Fraid of these)
I keep f*ckin' up the game like a referee (Every time)
Flexin' on these lil' n*ggas like I'm Hercules (Lil' n*gga)
Ride around with Todd Gurley, this the thirty piece (Thirty piece)
Feet bleedin', they like, damn, it's an emergency (Goddamn)
n*ggas lyin', tellin' they b*tch they never heard of me (Hell nah)
Said she never popped a pill, took a Perc' with me (Took a Perc' with me)
All these Franklins in this b*tch, I got Kirk with me (I got Kirk)
Dropped a four in the deuce, I'm on Mercury (I'm high)
Told 'em let me hold the blower, they ain't searchin' me (They ain't searchin' me)
Three bands for a verse or you can't work with me (Hell nah)
[Verse 3: DJ]
Told her, "If I f*ck you good, don't be lurkin' me" (Don't be lurkin')
She said, "If I suck it good, can you Birkin me?" (Hell nah)
Ridin' 'round with a Drac', I got Durk with me (I got Durk)
Cullinan, paper plates, police searchin' me (n*ggas layin')
We them n*ggas ridin' 'round in Wraiths and sh*t (Wraiths)
She want them BucksClan chains in her face and sh*t (In her face)
Bend her over, I'm in deep, yeah, she takin' it (Yeah she talkin' it)
I ain't even got no time for no basic b*tch (Never none)
You ain't tryna get no money, what you doin' then? (f*ck you doin'?)
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred, we ain't shootin' twos again (We ain't shootin' twos)
I was tryna skate, ripped my Runners, I need shoes again (Ripped my shoes)
Balenciaga store, they like, "Oh, hey, it's you again" (Oh, hey, it's you)
You ain't got them bands for a verse, I can't do it then

[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
Way too many b*tches know this crib, I'm finna move again (Finna move again)
Were these n*ggas ever on the block in a Cullinan? (Only ones)
Told your baby mama better not stop, I'm finna c*m again (Don't stop)
Every time the Clan have a show, b*tches chargin' in (b*tches chargin' in)
Yeah, you know we came for them bands how we marchin' in (God)
Lil' bro got a Don '42, ain't no juice and gin (Hell nah)
These n*ggas playin' like they scared, coach, put me in (Put me in)
I'ma shoot the last shot, we can't lose again (We can't lose again)
I just popped a whole Perc', feel like Megaman (Feel like Megaman)
He said he a real n*gga, why you tellin' then? (Goddamn)
Tellin' all my old hoes I'm a better man (Better man)
[Verse 5: DJ]
She don't got no edges, I can't let her in (I can't do it)
Three b*tches, one of me, they keep jumpin' in (Yeah, they jumpin')
I got bags for the low, I can't front 'em in (I can't front 'em, Matt Brick$)
Louis Vuitton on my toe, yeah, I'm stompin' in (Yeah, I'm stompin')