Gambino (Freestyle) lyrics

[Produced By Luca Vialli]

[Intro]
I don't know what the f*ck these pus*y ass n*ggas talking 'bout
As soon as I got that muthaf*cking check, I went and bought me 20 guns
n*gga I don't bullsh*t....
I'm not worried bout a muthaf*cka, not worried bout a soul
If a n*gga lookin' for me, he know how to find me
I'm riding... I'm riding around North 10th
I just want to make sure I go out like Tony
I want to go out like Tony Montana
Look...

[Verse 1]
They calling me Bibby Gambino
Trap out the corner like Nino (Trap out the corner)
These rappers be stealing the lingo (For forty I'll get you a kilo)
I heard that you work with the people
I don't want to meet you my verses are lethal
I'm riding with birds in the regal that eagle
You gon' need a hearse when I see you
Like Trae tha Truth, b*tch I'mma as*h*le
All you f*ck n*ggas Donnie Brasco
I get mad tho, drop the cash flow
Let the Mac go, keep 'em masked tho
And most of these n*ggas is phony
They pus*y I call 'em jabroni
My lil baby choppa is on me, I pray that I go out like I'm Tony
I pray that I end up like I'm Diddy
Young n*gga got keys to the city
Riding around town with the fifty
Ready to die b*tch I'm Biggie
'Bout to go cop me a Bentley, hollow tips all up in the semi
Ay who that is riding in that new Benz right there
It's that f*ck n*gga Bibby
That be the f*ck n*ggas hatin'
Hate to see young n*ggas make it
Them games my n*ggas don't play it
Threaten my life Imma spray it
Going for the home run f*ck a base hit
Where the cash at, I'm young and impatient
n*ggas hate I'mma stunt in they faces
Run the check up and throw it to they faces
And we use to stash some guns in the basement
Young n*gga sell jugs out the vacant
Lil Chris in the cut, he gon' blaze 'em
pus*y n*gga try to run we gon' chase him
Dope spot had the whole east baking
Free G Gill out the feds he face it
25 years cause the police racist
For bucks who up you know he’ll take it
No limit ass n*gga, and I'm grinding
Young n*gga got the city all behind me
All these rappin' ass n*ggas try'na sign me
In the hood with the killers where you'll find me
I am not a rapper, I am just a trapper
You are just an actor, you are not a factor
If a b*tch try'na set me up I'mma wack her
Pop wasn't around, I'm a young fresh bast*rd (Aye)
[Outro]
Hurry up and kill me, f*ck you n*gga...
Na-na-nah, "Hurry Up And Kill Me" is an album
"Hurry Up And Kill Me" is an album
Aye...
Aye...
Aye, Aye