Gaudy's World
Gaudy's
World
World
Aye
Gaudy's
World
World
Uhhh
Jefe left a few niggas in the ground
Running circles yeah that's how you run around
Everybody know I run the whole town
Clocks still ticking nigga times running out
Every, day niggas out here chasing the clout
Fuck, what you niggas out here talking about
Lucked up the first time 2nd time it went down
Now it's quiet for you niggas you ain't making no sound
Niggas talking with they fingertips, internet
Like they choking on the powder that cinnamon
I got tired of you niggas playing innocent
Jefe ammo last a long time infinite
Got this music shit on lock we intimate
Heat check sound like killshot, Eminem
Got you niggas pressed
They ain't never gon' reply got you niggas stressed
If you ever wonder why, they ain't built for it
Hold that body in the sea ima reel it in
Put it in the casket, while triple 6 laughing
& I'm driving in the hearse hope you feeling it
Back to back back to back like tennis
You ain't no menace nigga you just like Dennis
Fruity with a temper rap career ima end it
Feel like lbj if you was a James Nigga you just like ennis
Dare a nigga feel bold cause I'm boolin
Ain't nobody forgot what happen in boulden
Thought I wouldn't hear about that now the nigga foldin
Everybody around me know it's your moment
Of burial
Ain't nobody gon remember you
Jefe name gon live long, with the millennials
It's time to get rid of you
Ain't got not 1 video you could still catch, jefe reaching all these pinnacles
Gaudy's
World
World
Aye
Gaudy's
World
World
Uhhh
Fuck a top list young gaudy, A1
Ima Body shit until my last days come
Keep fucking with the Jefe, you gon die by this gun
That's dead bodies, homocide, drip drippin that red rum
That's murda he wrote, said I got my own wave
No similar flows, niggas can't hold they own weight
You gon sit on your phone & try to figure out a way
To go & get in your zone
Like jefe fucking up my bag he need to leave me alone
Before I call up my bros & pull up at your home
You chose me to go viral nigga, now I'm watching the throne
I'm ye & hov in one ain't no church in the wild nigga
I keep it flowing like the Nile nigga
I know you see me on them playlists ima let them numbers pile nigga
Time to leave your ass in idle
Nigga
You a hype man at best you just rapping in denial nigga
World
World
Aye
Gaudy's
World
World
Uhhh
Jefe left a few niggas in the ground
Running circles yeah that's how you run around
Everybody know I run the whole town
Clocks still ticking nigga times running out
Every, day niggas out here chasing the clout
Fuck, what you niggas out here talking about
Lucked up the first time 2nd time it went down
Now it's quiet for you niggas you ain't making no sound
Niggas talking with they fingertips, internet
Like they choking on the powder that cinnamon
I got tired of you niggas playing innocent
Jefe ammo last a long time infinite
Got this music shit on lock we intimate
Heat check sound like killshot, Eminem
Got you niggas pressed
They ain't never gon' reply got you niggas stressed
If you ever wonder why, they ain't built for it
Hold that body in the sea ima reel it in
Put it in the casket, while triple 6 laughing
& I'm driving in the hearse hope you feeling it
Back to back back to back like tennis
You ain't no menace nigga you just like Dennis
Fruity with a temper rap career ima end it
Feel like lbj if you was a James Nigga you just like ennis
Dare a nigga feel bold cause I'm boolin
Ain't nobody forgot what happen in boulden
Thought I wouldn't hear about that now the nigga foldin
Everybody around me know it's your moment
Of burial
Ain't nobody gon remember you
Jefe name gon live long, with the millennials
It's time to get rid of you
Ain't got not 1 video you could still catch, jefe reaching all these pinnacles
Gaudy's
World
World
Aye
Gaudy's
World
World
Uhhh
Fuck a top list young gaudy, A1
Ima Body shit until my last days come
Keep fucking with the Jefe, you gon die by this gun
That's dead bodies, homocide, drip drippin that red rum
That's murda he wrote, said I got my own wave
No similar flows, niggas can't hold they own weight
You gon sit on your phone & try to figure out a way
To go & get in your zone
Like jefe fucking up my bag he need to leave me alone
Before I call up my bros & pull up at your home
You chose me to go viral nigga, now I'm watching the throne
I'm ye & hov in one ain't no church in the wild nigga
I keep it flowing like the Nile nigga
I know you see me on them playlists ima let them numbers pile nigga
Time to leave your ass in idle
Nigga
You a hype man at best you just rapping in denial nigga
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Writer(s): John Birriel
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