Gerskiway lyrics

[Intro: LUCKI]
Top ski, top ger, top four
You know what's goin' on
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)

[Verse 1: Veeze]
I was already stickin' in my card 'fore she said the amount
Damn near bought the same jeans twice, I ain't even keepin' count
Girl so freaky, said her pus*y get wet how the car sound
I gotta keep me a coffee cup like I got a horrible job

[Verse 2: LUCKI & Rylo Rodriguez]
I'm withdrawlin' from that drank, I'm sweatin' through Celine
I was just mad at my lil' b*tch, she did somethin' in a dream
She seen the Benz, she's in traffic, remind her of me
I got too much money right now, they say I'm outta reach
I'm in the black truck like the pres', but I can't get impeached
It's some n*ggas that want me dead, but they ain't got the reach
I don't respect nobody but the feds, everybody else can beat it
One call away, uh, all the day (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Rylo Rodriguez]
Freestyle pourin' 'til it's sud, don't think no lean can fit in it, yeah
I'm over the pourin', might need help, my cup on senior citizen
I got a vibe in every region, ho act like she ain't Caribbean
I'ma think you twelve if you leave your gun, I'm clutch as Rob Dillingham
Somethin' I never seen was the ho on Earth I ever wanna wife
Ho bet not ever pass my finger, I'll treat it like Uncle Ice
[Verse 4: Veeze]
Said he got Wock', but he wants two K, well to me, it's priceless
I got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin' 'em out of a line up
Perc' kicked in, I'm the chosen one, dark slo-mo like Soulja Slim
Carry all hundreds, I'm grown as f*ck, plain watch like I make hole in ones
So many hoes got striked in the club right now, man, I feel like a bowlin' ball
Can't have smoke with no n*gga if it ain't no money, if it ain't no blood involved

[Verse 5: LUCKI]
Ayy, ayy, gotta brush my shoulder off
She just took off titties and ass the same, she already know it's soft
Swear to God, just told Wham, "We richest now, how the f*ck we fallin' off?"
Young n*gga, I'm a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took Tylenol
I just put a b*tch up, she say I'm the GOAT, it don't even bother y'all
n*gga can't get a response, he'll get a bullet unless that guap involved

[Verse 6: Rylo Rodriguez]
Them lil' boys ain't opps, they ain't on nothin', I pop out a fishbowl
A b*tch went plain AP, her ear a three-pointer, this sh*t like a field goal
It's obvious I got more drip than a boat, still just this year in clothes
Dash 220 in the moment, I could lose you, like a lil' remote
They pulled up, tried to spin, gotta box 'em in like Bud Crawford
I'm tryna focus on real estate, I'm thinkin' 'bout buyin' all the drug houses
You rap n*ggas get messy, I feel like a ho if I download Clubhouse
You rap n*ggas get messy, I f*ck around and buy 'em a soccer ball
[Verse 7: Veeze]
These rap n*ggas be worse than the ho who be spillin' they tea, they love gossip
Hope you know, you'll never be the main b*tch, I'm married to Aunt Jemima
My young n*ggas got way more Glocks and switches than they got clean boxers