Gators* lyrics

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[Intro: Pasto Flocco]
Pasto Flocco, yeah
Pasto Flocco, yeah
Pasto Flocco, yeah

[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Keep a small circle, 'cause we gotta keep it tight
Had to pray every day 'cause I wanted it better
Get to the money, I ran it up
I was like, "Damn," [?] get tired of the [?]
Ain't matured, that sh*t wasn't for me
I feel bad for all the people that lost me
You know that they dead when they tried to cross me
[?] but you lost it
They said that I changed but I did for the better
She f*ck with the angels, she said that sh*t pleasant
How can I do it without a vеndetta?
I was down on my own, chilling with the gators (No)
I don't do the dating (Lеt's go)
Hop in that Bimmer, we racing
Leveled up and I realized that ain't it
Big A, you know that's the sanction

[Verse: Lil Tecca]
Big A, you know that's the gang
f*ck around and I made my own lane
I don't care what these n*ggas be sayin'
Swear to God, yeah, that sh*t keep me sane, yeah
On my doly, don't be in no politics
And I told my gang, "Better represent"
If these n*ggas start to wild on me
I know my guys gon' call on me
I get the numbers, lottery
I don't f*ck with no-one, why you bother me?
She ride on my di*k, she stay exercising me
I know a few n*ggas that mad 'cause they not me
She like, "Tecca, you poppin', you poppin' like ecstasy"
I just woke up and I turned to a better me
Got this bread in my Audi, I turned to a better me
You might get finessed if you mad at me
I mix the Chrome tee with the Slime jeans
I'm with some real n*ggas, they surround me
You cannot be gang, I don't f*ck with your energy
I count all this real cash, you countin' counties
I'm on your head, n*gga, like a bounty
She on my head, n*gga, like a beanie
Look at the screen and I'm on your TV
I remember these n*ggas say that they ain't want me
[Chorus: Pasto Flocco]
Keep a small circle, 'cause we gotta keep it tight
Had to pray every day 'cause I wanted it better
Get to the money, I ran it up
I was like, "Damn," [?] get tired of the [?]
Ain't matured, that sh*t wasn't for me
I feel bad for all the people that lost me
You know that they dead when they tried to cross me
[?] but you lost it
They said that I changed but I did for the better
She f*ck with the angels, she said that sh*t pleasant
How can I do it without a vendetta?
I was down on my own, chilling with the gators (No)
I don't do the dating (Let's go)
Hop in that Bimmer, we racing
Leveled up and I realized that ain't it
Big A, you know that's the sanction (Oh)

[Outro: Pasto Flocco]
Chilling with the gators (Oh)
Chilling with the gators (Oh)
Chilling with the gators
On my own, chilling with the gators (Oh)
Chilling with the gators (Oh)
Chilling with the gators (Oh)
Chilling with the gators (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah