SkinoWorld & GabeLand lyrics

[Intro]
(J, this sh*t too crazy)
Aye pass that wood, Wock

[Verse]
Don't talk pape to me n*gga, everybody got it
Everybody let they guns off we don't know who shot em'
Unc said it burned his nose hair, that's how he know it's fire
My young n*gga drop old n*ggas, Omar off the wire
When I'm off them percocets, ion get tired
Them pills fake as hell, I searched them up off of pill finder
Bro don't care if the weed trash he gone still buy it
Rhuu! You knew that n*gga was a rat, why you still sign him? Rhuu!
He thought he got away but we still gone find 'em
Put my lil n*ggas on his ass, my lil n*ggas grimey
If we fall off we, can't gеt back cool 'cause I think you slimy
If its smoke in the air thеn I'm calling Shotty
They like why you calling n*ggas? He gone catch a body
My n*gga keep his gun on him like he keep his wallet
You be tryna f*ck every b*tch, I be gettin' guala
We can talk about it, set it up if it make some dollars
I be tryna tell my n*ggas chill but they guala, gualas
LDG my lil bro'll f*ck your baby momma
I pay all the bills, I don't have no baby momma drama
We got so many K's, like that n*gga Osama
I can make a call and get him dropped, I'm just like Obama
Catch a n*gga at a corner store, he don't want no problems
I be dressing like I'm rich as hell but i don't got no stylist
You know I keep that choppa with me n*gga, it's just like my toddler
I'm a hood rich n*gga, i let my chain dangle
Lil bro nem throwing big B's, they some gangbangers
Hit his ass with that, it's a game changer
He be flashing money in front of hoes, he a lame ain't he
I don't even wanna f*ck, I want brain baby
He can't come around them sack runners if he ain't gang baby
GabeWorld and SkinoLand that's the same baby
I'm a real n*gga, I cannot let the fame change me
I'm a Beecher ass n*gga, I be talking crazy
I done fell off before man that sh*t made me
You better put that money up, 'cause that sh*t gone save you
I can't work for nobody, man that sh*t like slavery
You can't let a n*gga hoe you, they gone think it's gravy
Soon as your ass get some money she wanna have your baby
Imma keep trapping hard like Eastside 80
You keep f*cking all the fiends you gone have a Eastside baby
[Outro]
That n*gga keep f*ckin all the fiends
That n*gga gone have a Eastside baby man
Baby gone be from the Eastside
Ion know 'bout yall but our Eastside f*cked up
That's where the fiends at
Yung Sack Runner