Gallery Step
Got some pieces in my room, my crib look like an exhibit
Check the dash on the cruiser all I fucking see is digits
All these niggas tryna talk to me but I ain't tryna listen
In the wind, bless the water you would thought I was a christian
Ice cream colors on the fit like I'm pimpin
And my dollars jump around like they won the damn Olympics
And I'm always booted up, Im so good at bad decisions
And I'm about to hit this lick but, god the only witness
Took a lot from me, but he's the only one who judge me
Gave me an iceberg neck when the world was flooded
Me and Halal first class when we roll around the country
Whole lotta business, yes a whole lot of money
Yeah this shit fire, yeah this shit fire
Yeah they stay posted up online
Instead of making all these fucking rhymes
Yeah I stay geeked up cruising downtown on the line
Shoutout to my balling niggas, shoutout to Nolam
That nigga talking way to much
We grabbed him, wrapped and rolled him up
Fold him like a chair like we cleaning up the lawn
Demon's what im on but Im cleaner then a fuck
I keep the diesel tucked, we heat it then he freezing up
And I'm spending what you making in a week on cheese for lunch
Yeah Major geeking for the guap, yeah he feening for the bucks
Shawty geeked tryna learn the meaning of my songs
And I'm mad as hell tryna fit these trees up in a roll
I got all these fucking racks you cant make this shit at all
Yeah iced out buffs with the Louis V shawl
Lil shawty say she missing me, she giving me a call
Yeah she wanna fuck around but I just wanna ball
Fuck it, I just wanna ball
I just wanna ball
I just wanna ball
I just wanna
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that bag on me
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that bag on me
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that bag on me
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that pack on me
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that bag on me)
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that bag on me)
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that bag on me)
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that pack on me)
Check the dash on the cruiser all I fucking see is digits
All these niggas tryna talk to me but I ain't tryna listen
In the wind, bless the water you would thought I was a christian
Ice cream colors on the fit like I'm pimpin
And my dollars jump around like they won the damn Olympics
And I'm always booted up, Im so good at bad decisions
And I'm about to hit this lick but, god the only witness
Took a lot from me, but he's the only one who judge me
Gave me an iceberg neck when the world was flooded
Me and Halal first class when we roll around the country
Whole lotta business, yes a whole lot of money
Yeah this shit fire, yeah this shit fire
Yeah they stay posted up online
Instead of making all these fucking rhymes
Yeah I stay geeked up cruising downtown on the line
Shoutout to my balling niggas, shoutout to Nolam
That nigga talking way to much
We grabbed him, wrapped and rolled him up
Fold him like a chair like we cleaning up the lawn
Demon's what im on but Im cleaner then a fuck
I keep the diesel tucked, we heat it then he freezing up
And I'm spending what you making in a week on cheese for lunch
Yeah Major geeking for the guap, yeah he feening for the bucks
Shawty geeked tryna learn the meaning of my songs
And I'm mad as hell tryna fit these trees up in a roll
I got all these fucking racks you cant make this shit at all
Yeah iced out buffs with the Louis V shawl
Lil shawty say she missing me, she giving me a call
Yeah she wanna fuck around but I just wanna ball
Fuck it, I just wanna ball
I just wanna ball
I just wanna ball
I just wanna
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that bag on me
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that bag on me
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that bag on me
Step through the gallery
You know I keep that pack on me
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that bag on me)
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that bag on me)
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that bag on me)
Yeah yeah yeah (Step through the gallery)
Yeah yeah yeah (You know I keep that pack on me)
Credits
Writer(s): Major Sosa
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