Gelato
Hold up! Look its Bravo, Ay. Hold up!
Ay! Its Rick, Twink, Ay Roj
I'm out in public I'm drinking
I fuck on yo friends and you knew it
You went to work and they talking about it
They wish it was them
Boiling yo blood these bitches they slide in my dm
Come with a friend I think her name Brittany
She for the threesome
She do you decent! Resting in pieces!
Look, she had a cannon for a mouth
I set it off without a doubt
They like who the fuck you think you are man
I am capable of arson
Mr. Bravo in flesh! Look
Up Now fuck next! Look! I'm at yo Neck! Yuh
See I lost myself like who am I
The type to switch to overdrive
I'm in the red I'm bout to blow
No really!? My nigga
I'm bout to blow yall know my name
Ya know my name, yall love my style
I'm rolling loud gelato gas
Yall smoke my pounds
So Imma bad motherfucker, right
Face for the magazine cover right
Grip it tight like an Eagle talon
When he swoop a couple mice
My advice fist fight, no bark all bite bitch! Look
All bark no bite talk shit all night!
Throw hands on sight!
Ran up on him in the night
WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!
All bark no bite talk shit all night!
Throw hands on sight!
Ran up on him in the night
WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!
You went to work and they talking about it,
Boiling yo blood these bitches they slide in my DM
Ay! Its Rick, Twink, Ay Roj
I'm out in public I'm drinking
I fuck on yo friends and you knew it
You went to work and they talking about it
They wish it was them
Boiling yo blood these bitches they slide in my dm
Come with a friend I think her name Brittany
She for the threesome
She do you decent! Resting in pieces!
Look, she had a cannon for a mouth
I set it off without a doubt
They like who the fuck you think you are man
I am capable of arson
Mr. Bravo in flesh! Look
Up Now fuck next! Look! I'm at yo Neck! Yuh
See I lost myself like who am I
The type to switch to overdrive
I'm in the red I'm bout to blow
No really!? My nigga
I'm bout to blow yall know my name
Ya know my name, yall love my style
I'm rolling loud gelato gas
Yall smoke my pounds
So Imma bad motherfucker, right
Face for the magazine cover right
Grip it tight like an Eagle talon
When he swoop a couple mice
My advice fist fight, no bark all bite bitch! Look
All bark no bite talk shit all night!
Throw hands on sight!
Ran up on him in the night
WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!
All bark no bite talk shit all night!
Throw hands on sight!
Ran up on him in the night
WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!
You went to work and they talking about it,
Boiling yo blood these bitches they slide in my DM
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Writer(s): Christopher La'ron Brown
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