GIL ARENAS lyrics

[Intro]
(Glocky) Ayy, yeah
Chang, go (Playtime's over)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh, uh, uh (I hate Windxws), ayy
Glocky (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Mathiastyner), yeah, uh (Chang)
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)

[Verse]
I'm at the show through a post and I f*ck it up
b*tch I'm in a hole, pour a fo' in the double cup
b*tch, gimme that pole, n*gga, you is not tough enough
Big Lazy came with a lot, uh (A lot)
Pull up and swerve out the lot (A-skrr!)
I just pulled up with a Glock, uh (A-baow)
Young n*gga trap, I whip in the pot
Chop in my bag, and it came with a red dot
But these n*ggas flocks, then ain't gettin' no bags
I walk in the trap, I don't look at the tags
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch and I f*ck up her back
I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, you ain't gettin' her back
I pour up the Jag, you know who I am
These n*ggas, they gay, and these rappers are fags
I f*ck up the bag and my pockets are fat
Pull up with a K, pull up with a MAG, uh (Ha)
Uh, ayy (Huh?)
I got a bad b*tch, she want my line
Got a big-ass wrist, can't tell the time
And I'm with the sh*ts, I tote that .9
Pull up with the glick, get lit like a light
And no, I'm not gay, but I'm strapped like a dyke
I pull up and shoot a n*gga, we won't fight
Like f*ckin' this dude, n*gga, we won't type (Uh-huh)
Twitter-ass n*ggas on Twitter fiendin' (Huh?)
And I say that I do it, I really mean it (Yeah)
And I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, she don't know no English (Chang)
And I'm ballin' on n*ggas like Alex English (Ha)
And you strappin' that raw, so shop at Neeman's
And you f*ckin' that b*tch, but she barely feelin' (Ha)
And I'm switchin' these lanes, better turn my blinkers (Ha)
She like "Big Lazy, you so conceited" (Yeah)
I put her on love, but I didn't mean it (Yeah)
And I got a choppa, shoot whole arenas (Baow)
And a young n*gga ballin' like Gil Arenas (Fah)
And I got designer all on my sneakers (Fah)
The heat on my side leave him burnt
Get hit with the .9, now he in a hearse
That n*gga, he lie, now he in the dirt (Glocky)
Like foreign my whip, on the highway I swerve
And I four up my glick and I shoot like Steve Kerr
And my diamonds, they drippin', they ill me, they burn
And I'm f*ckin' that b*tch, I ain't talkin' on her
And I ran up the guap, had to buy her a purse
And he catchin' this chopper, I feel like a nurse
You get caught with no block and you shootin' like fade
And lil' shawty a thot, she a bop, gimme face
And I shoot with the Glock, I ain't shoot with no faith (Yeah)