Gulag lyrics

[Chorus: Tytuus]
Uh
I'ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f*ck the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois

[Verse 1: Tytuus]
Y'all making me laugh
Putting virtue into mula
Lil' pus*y, take this suit off
You don't need it where we're going, do you?
Young Lenin, spitting too raw
Rolls-Royce with the roof off
b*tch, why is you talking my ear off 'bout money, I don't wanna hear this sh*t
Y'all sell your souls and your bodies just to keep up with appearances
Your man a Mark and I'm a Marxist
Talking hella smart, b*tch
Smack him back to Dartmouth
Drowning in the water, seeing shark fins
Girl, unionize that ass and bring it back to my apartment
sh*t
Your ruler's a fascist
Just food for the maggots, they all want their ass kissed
That dough with no taxes
And I ain't having that sh*t--nah

[Chorus: Tytuus]
I'ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f*ck the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cops
Carcano on the rooftop (yah)
[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
Three-deep stalking, I'm Darryl Dalkins (oh)
Bird-ass n*gga squawking
I have four-four n*ggas out your apartment (oh)
Going month by month no lease on (early)
Hope your sh*t rent control 'cause you're moving off it
No Biggie, mad diddies with a fresh coffin (baby)
Hit a b*tch with the stick like big boss man
I hit a b*tch with the stick like oh mad
Jeep Wagon (brrat)
Drive-by shoot action
Do this n*gga like Jesus, no passion
Heard he got a mean right, well I gotta ask
Have you ever tried to punch a n*gga shooting that? (brrat)
Man, I went to your show there was no flagging (no)
I know you did a bad job, I was still clapping
No script, no bars, n*gga, no passion
n*ggas wanna be Nirvana, boy, you Hoodie Allen
Since you follow trends, run your ice, f*ck the challenge
Man, these PassBlue crackers swear they love rhyming
I just bought a M5, b*tch, I love violence
Caught a yuppie on the street, n*gga, what's poppin'
Said he write for the Fader, n*gga, bad timing
The nine went to his head like Pitchfork co-signed him (ooh, early)

[Verse 3: Toxic]
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I'ma run this sh*t like a oblast
Still f*cking lives up like a raw dope shot
Sickle and a hammer with the camera on, no lie
f*ck the whole world, yeah, let's make the f*cking boat rock
Pop sh*t, pop sh*t
Couple perkies, bye b*tch
Pouring out the sip slow, do that sh*t a lot, kid
Used to really live low, never had a day shift
f*ck school, sell dope, losin all my patience
Stalin on a pad, b*tch, I'm Stalin how I run sh*t
Draco came from [?], and f*cking b*tches speaking Russian
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Vicious with the risk, I risk my life on that f*ck sh*t
Checks up, checks up, checks up, bad ho
Always online, chase attention, lacing bad dope
Worrying 'bout your likes, leave your life on [?]
Tripping 'bout a future that you're never gonna have, though
[Chorus: Tytuus]
Nah
I'ma run this sh*t like the gulag
f*ck the game, I'm tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cops
Carcano on the rooftop (yah)