Gelato
(TURN ME UP)
(Dean did you make this banger?)
(Damn damn damn)
(Yeah)
You make the wrong move and I'm taking your life
Play with my bop like the fuck it ain't right
And get scooped like Gelato right under the light
And I know how to fight
And you think that playing I'm not
If you smoking my deads you get shot
I don't care what the fuck he get popped
Cuz I'm smoking like all of my opps
And I'm smoking his pops, like
And I'm smoking his bro
If they sending out shots you get low
For my brother I throw
If you diss on my homies you know I don't play damn
From the three yeah I shoot like I'm Klay, damn
And I told you that girl is just mine
I'm spinning his block I ain't lying
Like McDonald's, my opps I be frying
On the river his momma is crying
Cuz she saw that her son he was dying
And we upping the score they be tying
We gon tie them like it is a rope
I'm gon pray for his death like the pope
For his life he done lost all the hope
And I'm smoking the kush, not the dope
And the dope it be frying my chest
On my chest like I got me a crest
Welcome baby we live in the west
I'm so fast with my shot like I'm Dest
Like my girl like she know I'm the best
(GLA)
(Make the wrong move and your life I'm gon take)
(Throwing his body, right into the lake)
(Driving the V, we don't press the brake)
(Money so big they be calling me Drake)
(They calling me Sneako the way I'm awake)
(And the homie he BD he dropping the rakes)
Like I show you what's up I don't play
Like I'm making you what? say my name
If you don't jack my shit you a lame
For my girl yeah I don't play no games
And I told you already it's Gdot
If I don't got the knife, then the heat flock
If he thinking he better, he not
Y'all be rapping what y'all really not
Imma wipe him like he got a snot
Imma spazz, you get left on the dot
It's the winter, I'm making it hot
And I told her "we locked in for L"
He ain't real if his ass gonna tell
Like I'm Yeat I be ringing the bell
I'm a demon, I send him to hell
Won't expect, he got shot through the mail
Imma slide like I surf on the rail
(GLA GLA GLA)
(DAMN DAMN DAMN)
(Dean did you make this banger?)
(Damn damn damn)
(Yeah)
You make the wrong move and I'm taking your life
Play with my bop like the fuck it ain't right
And get scooped like Gelato right under the light
And I know how to fight
And you think that playing I'm not
If you smoking my deads you get shot
I don't care what the fuck he get popped
Cuz I'm smoking like all of my opps
And I'm smoking his pops, like
And I'm smoking his bro
If they sending out shots you get low
For my brother I throw
If you diss on my homies you know I don't play damn
From the three yeah I shoot like I'm Klay, damn
And I told you that girl is just mine
I'm spinning his block I ain't lying
Like McDonald's, my opps I be frying
On the river his momma is crying
Cuz she saw that her son he was dying
And we upping the score they be tying
We gon tie them like it is a rope
I'm gon pray for his death like the pope
For his life he done lost all the hope
And I'm smoking the kush, not the dope
And the dope it be frying my chest
On my chest like I got me a crest
Welcome baby we live in the west
I'm so fast with my shot like I'm Dest
Like my girl like she know I'm the best
(GLA)
(Make the wrong move and your life I'm gon take)
(Throwing his body, right into the lake)
(Driving the V, we don't press the brake)
(Money so big they be calling me Drake)
(They calling me Sneako the way I'm awake)
(And the homie he BD he dropping the rakes)
Like I show you what's up I don't play
Like I'm making you what? say my name
If you don't jack my shit you a lame
For my girl yeah I don't play no games
And I told you already it's Gdot
If I don't got the knife, then the heat flock
If he thinking he better, he not
Y'all be rapping what y'all really not
Imma wipe him like he got a snot
Imma spazz, you get left on the dot
It's the winter, I'm making it hot
And I told her "we locked in for L"
He ain't real if his ass gonna tell
Like I'm Yeat I be ringing the bell
I'm a demon, I send him to hell
Won't expect, he got shot through the mail
Imma slide like I surf on the rail
(GLA GLA GLA)
(DAMN DAMN DAMN)
Credits
Writer(s): Gdot Spazz
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