- Giggs Gully ****** 歌词
- Giggs
- Turn up the headphones a bit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh ****, legendary
Enemies twelve o'clock, enemies fifty-five
Tell me who on the block, tell me who is this live (who)
Tell me who's on this job, tell me who lives this life
***** just popped that shot, ****** is dead this time
Gully ******, gully ******
Pull up and we're running ******
Everybody's running 'cause
That's what happens when you summon ******
'Cause a ***** thinks it's playtime
Pull up on you dummy ******
We ain't really Rich and Rico
But man are getting money ******
Man'll pull up summertime sunshine
Pull up with them sunny ******
Man ah man a badman Top Boy
Pull up with them Sully ******
Man'll just back that pap pap
Run up on you bummy ******
Man ain't really into the joke ting
Run up on you funny ******
Man'll really cop these burners
Couple of these burgers
Man ain't really too concerned with
What doesn't concern us
Man ain't really too confirming
None of these vermin
I see 'em walking 'round with that trey-pound
None of them's turning
So disrespectful
Feel so disrespected
Called up the Six God
Phone just connected
I got so many flexes
And got so many texts-es
I'm just waiting for YG
My little bro got arrested
I went home and I left it
I went home and I rested
Just wait for the bird call
I went home and I nested
Wait for the bird call
Wait for the bird call
Went to the airport
Go to commercial
Money on the table
Money on the table
Trent on my phone
Coming for the label
Coming from a life of danger
Running from the angel
Music in your bloodclart speaker
Coming through the cable
Gully ******, gully ******
**** it, fam, I'm bunning ******
We just keep it coming 'cause
****** been them cunning ******
You hear that gangster ****, son?
Yeah
Bruv, big disrespect
I like that, yeah, yeah, yeah
|
|
