GHETTOGIFTSHOP lyrics

by

Estee Nack


[Intro]
Aha (Oh-woah)
Oh yeah (Yeah)
Too many chapters in the epic saga (You know what I mean? The motherf*ckin' tales of the Nackman)
You know papitas mean chips, son (Papitas)
Son, aha, ayo (Schyeah)

[Verse 1]
Hidden character (Aha), capture the images, get the cameras
And flashin' my n*ggas, a different caliber
Eligible (Mad), package a idiot with the silencer (Pew)
You ain't on this type of time, better you switch the calendar
Hot metal done hit the challenger (Toma)
Long list of wins, no sh*t, Sherlock, help mе look for the missin' limbs whisperin'
Talkin' papers and burnin' Michеlin
From Dior to Linden, the customer served in Michigan
Missile enter the rocket launcher (Click)
Dark clouds and haunted hot sauce (Spicy), brick sittin' inside the garden lawn chair (Trap)
Upgraded the Smith & Wesson, I'm talkin' contra, conquer (Victorious)
We ain't never dependin' on a sponsor, murderin' the wicked monster (Ah)
'Bout to send 'em home
Roll 'em up in a L or ganja that's loud as megaphone (Smoke)
Turn a brick into two, break one down and then sell the clone (Trap)
Heavy chain on my neck, herringbone, son (Bling, bling, bling)

[Chorus]
Ziplock (Ah), raw powderd dope (Dope)
Make a pit stop (Skrrt)
Been waitin' all day, I taste big guap (Cash)
f*ck a slick talk (Aha)
Countin' outta-town paper like a gift shop, son (Ad-lib)
Ziplock (Zip), raw powderd dope (Gracia)
Make a pit stop (I'm here)
Been waitin' all day, I taste big guap (Gettin' money)
f*ck a slick talk (f*ck that)
Countin' outta-town paper like a gift shop (Aha)
[Verse 2]
Infinite wrist, whip and lock (Whip)
Split your top, prices rely on whether this sh*t is fish or not (Grease)
Got confidence in the crystal rock, lift the Glock
Stackin' bricks up in the favilla, we sellin' cinder blocks
Missile drop (Boom), blow your house up with you inside
I've been purified, demons and devils are gettin' dehumanized (f*ck outta here)
Who the guys eager to be the next idiots?
Gettin' eulogized, blew his brain out his head, he's flyin' through the sky (Zoom)
Son, my plug usually rock a suit and tie across the ghetto (Aha)
b*tches thinkin' the God 'bout to fail (He fly)
Dr. Gero android package, fryin' this white powder like a Patalliro
I'm tryna see más dinero, macheteo (Slice)
Blade like a hand switch (Aha)
Sayin' crazy sh*t on the internet, tryna get fame, might get canceled (He's outta here)
b*tches tryna get saved like a dance move (Oh, hell nah)
Nackman, he just wanna get paid, minus the hassle

[Chorus]
Package in the ziplock (Zip it), raw powderd dope (Dope)
Make a pit stop (Word)
Been waitin' all day, I taste big guap (I taste the money)
f*ck a slick talk (f*ck that)
Countin' outta-town paper like a gift shop (Trap)
Ziplock (Zip), raw powderd dope (Puro)
Make a pit stop (Stop)
Been waitin' all day, I taste big guap (I taste it)
f*ck a slick talk (Aha)
Countin' outta-town paper like a gift shop
[Outro]
n*gga, it ain't even 9 o'clock and you fiendin' on it, get the f*ck outta here, man
Damn
Yo, why you actin' like that, young?
Both of these junkie motherf*ckers
So you just gon' take his money all day and treat 'em like a dog?
How I'm supposed to treat 'em?
I don't know, you ain't gotta punk 'em like that
Punk yourself, you goddamn drug addict
And you a goddamn drug dealer
So?
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