Gelonade

Ayyyy
HBK Brando brought the ammo
Bitch
Me and Bandit we on it
Yeah
Bitch
Yeah
Straight pine-sol in a rice paper
Smoking gelonade
Pull up on a bitch
and I make him hit the renegade
Every single bitch that I know is on Medicaid
Low income pussy still good
I don't discriminate
Beat her walls down
Whole coochie getting renovate
Kick her out
Bitch I do not take section 8

I'm in the section with pressure
I Swear I fear boof
I can feel it in my chest
you ain't smoking truth
I'm a mufucking expert
When I hop in the coupe I smoke
Til it raise my blood pressure
Keep the rain boots round me
Yeah this is flood weather

Cream soles on the yeezy
Yeah I'm stepping on half and half
She grab my steezy I said
Shit imma have to smash
Bitch just look at the rims on my lamb
Ughhhh
Bitch just look at the rims on my Ford focus
I'm always packing gas
I run up do the
blast and dash
Get yo broker
Yeah Bitch it's either cash or pass
You smoking ashy boy
Choking on that fucking black
Somebody walk in toting
Don't even know him
Hollow tips right on his back
Don't follow trends
I follow bags
My F&N do shoulder tap
Show me who got a bolder strat

I just pull a
Bitch
I just pull a bitch out his car beat his ass
This is GTA
I was in the field with iron on me
Bitch it's PGA
When I let it hit that boy shit
You shoulda seen his face
I keep grip on me
Even if I be in my granny place
Yeah I keep drakes handy
Cuz I'm handy with the drake
Handy Manny
Tools for days
Nasty bitch smoking cools
Smell like a ashtray
Try to suck my dick
With that breath
And imma have to fade

Balenciaga balaclava
Keep a shark boy
Cuz you know I'm hot like lava
Polo on
For the one time I pop my collar
I'm popping bags off
You couldn't even pop a dolla
I'm getting plays off
Call me Mr.Igoudala
I call you mr never had a dollar
Bitch
Beat my dad ass bro I wish I never had a father

Cuz I'm a fucking bastard
She suck my dick but
I ain't fucking after
You make a buck
I make a hundred faster
Lil bitch

I smash her
then I have to pass her
got a new whip
I just had to crash it
Got a new zip
Yeah I'm smoking
Uhhh fuck
You just smoking plastic
Uhh fuck
Yeah boy
That is not fantastic
I'll stretch a bag
Yeah, I'm Mr.Fantastic
What the fuck you gon do
You getting collapsed
Ayy lil bitch
I'm in yo fucking trap
And I'm stealing all yo fucking product
Ay lil bitch come call yo mama
Cuz I'm bouta run up get Obama
Presidential straps on me
Yeahhhh
And they all black like wakanda
Bitch I got all kinda
You a sorta kinda
I ain't sorta kinda
Bitch I'm all the way
Bitch that's insured
That's all state
Bitch
I don't even play ball
I just ball fade
What the fuck is up
Yeah bitch
You get crossfaded
Uhhhh
I mean crossed up
Bitch
I'm cross faded
What fuck you gon do
Shirt got all stains
Yeahhh
Bitch
Bitch
High as hell in the booth
Yeah I'm just freestyling

Bitch ayy



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