Gnarly lyrics

[Intro]
Phantom

[Chorus]
Okay, I'm outside
Shawty double up, I told you, b*tch, I won't die
f*cking gnarly, I won't take another coke line
Full stop I ain't gotta get my soul tied
I'm with the gang
b*tch, I'm getting fuzzy, I ain't talking 'bout the pain
Take another shot, b*tch, I ain't talking 'bout the game
Get the f*ck out, fool a b*tch who's in my lane
Full size clip, get a bullet to the brain

[Verse 1]
Okay, I just said, "No, b*tch, f*ck it, how you doing?"
Get me another joint 'cause I be posted, I ain't foolin'
I be schemin', run it up I mix it with the lean, I be a shooter
She got a dump truck so I told her take her choosing (Phantom)
I f*ckin' told you I ain't losing, b*tch, I'm coolin'
Knock a f*cker out, see the blood f*ckin' oozin'
Slit my f*ckin' wrist and now I'm posted, b*tch, I'm juulin'
Can't accеpt the fact you so petty, you so—

[Pre-Chorus]
Lay down low, don't love a dancing polе
Bro, don't check up on a ho, I got a feeling she's a toe
Finna get another bag, I got a feeling she a dagger in my chest
It's like a matter of what's happened, I'ma go
b*tch, I'm down at the bottom, I drown my soul with a bottle
Can ask a b*tch, I'ma doubt 'em, if you won't f*ck me, I'ma throw
All my wish in gutter, I got a b*tch, she a hottie
I'm swerving like Maserati, get me another line of coke
[Chorus]
Okay, I'm outside
Shawty double up, I told you, b*tch, I won't die
f*cking gnarly, I won't take another coke line
Full stop I ain't gotta get my soul tied
I'm with the gang
b*tch, I'm getting fuzzy, I ain't talking 'bout the pain
Take another shot, b*tch, I ain't talking 'bout the game
Get the f*ck out, fool a b*tch who's in my lane
Full size clip, get a bullet to the brain

[Verse 2]
I need your Nikes, lil' b*tch, come and fight me
You got my name on your check, I told a f*cker, "Come lightly"
His face is gnarly, she caught him cheating at parties
And when she asked him, "What's up?"
b*tch, he said, "What? Just like Carti"
I fantasize 'bout your body
I condescend on my 'Gatti
I f*ck with people who fake
I f*ck with people with money
I got my shawty, two clips loaded with a jewel, I need a Barbie
Fool-proof f*cker with a tool, I told 'em

[Pre-Chorus]
Lay down low, don't love a dancing pole
Bro, don't check up on a ho, I got a feeling she's a toe
Finna get another bag, I got a feeling she a dagger in my chest
It's like a matter of what's happened, I'ma go
b*tch, I'm down at the bottom, I drown my soul with a bottle
Can ask a b*tch, I'ma doubt 'em, if you won't f*ck me, I'ma throw
All my wish in gutter, I got a b*tch, she a hottie
I'm swerving like Maserati, get me another line of coke
[Chorus]
Okay, I'm outside
Shawty double up, I told you, b*tch, I won't die
f*cking gnarly, I won't take another coke line
Full stop I ain't gotta get my soul tied
I'm with the gang
b*tch, I'm getting fuzzy, I ain't talking 'bout the pain
Take another shot, b*tch, I ain't talking 'bout the game
Get the f*ck out, fool a b*tch who's in my lane
Full size clip, get a bullet to the brain