Gulag

Ima run this shit like the Gulag
Fuck the game, Im tryna kill the bourgeois
Y'all making me laugh
Putting virtue into moolah
Little Pussy take the suit off
You dont need it where were going do ya
Young Lenin spittin' too raw
Rolls-Royce with the roof off
(Bitch)
Why is you talking my ear off 'bout money
I dont wanna hear the shit
Y'all sell your souls and your bodies just to keep up with appearances (What?)
Your man a mark and Ima Marxist
Talkin hella smart, bitch smack him back to Dartmouth
Drowning in the water seeing shark fins
Girl unionize that ass and bring it back to my apartment
Your rulers are fascist
Food for the maggots
They all want they ass kissed
And dough with no taxes
And I aint having that shit
Nahhhhhhhh
Ima run this shit like the Gulag
Fuck the Game I'm tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cops
Carcano on the roof top

Three deep stalkin'
Im Darryl Dawkins
Bird ass niggas squawking
I'll 44 niggas out your apartment
Going month by month no lease on it (Early)
Hope your shit rent controlled cause you movin' often
No Biggie mad Diddys with a fresh coffin
Hit a bitch with a stick like big boss man
I hit a bitch with a stick like?
Jeep Wagon
Drive by shoot action
Do this nigga like Jesus no passion
Heard he got a mean right well i got ask him
Have you ever tried to punch a nigga shootin' at ya
Man I went to your show there was no flaggin'
Even though you did a bad job I was still clappin'
No script, no bars, nigga no passion
Niggas wanna be Nirvana boy you Hoodie Allen
Since you follow trends, run your ice fuck the challenge
Man this pass blue crackers swear they love rhymin'
I just bought an M5 bitch I love violence
Up the other stree nigga whats poppin
Said he write for the fader nigga bad timin'
The nine went to his head like pitchfork co signed him (Early)

Ima run this shit like my old block
Still fuckin lives up, like a raw dope shop
Sickle with the Hammer got the blammer on no lock
Fuck the whole world yeah lets make the fucking boat rock
Pop shit Pop shit, couple percys bye bitch
Pouring out that sip slow
Do this shit a lot kid
Used to really live low
Never had a day shift
Fuck school, Sell dope
Losing all my patience
Stallin' on the pack
Bitch Im Stalin how i run shit
Draco came from Makken
Couple bitches speaking Russian
Addict for the thrax, blow a pack replace a lung quick
Vicious with the wrist, I risk my life on this fuck shit
Checks up, Checks up, Checks up, Bag hoe
Always online, Chase attention, lacing bad dope
Worry bout your likes, leave your life on lag hoe
Trippin bout a future that you're never gonna have tho

Ima run this shit like the Gulag
Fuck the game Im tryna kill the bourgeois
But I'll settle for a few cops
Carcano on the rooftop



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Writer(s): Logan Cantrell
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