Gnarly (feat. Vogue Icy)
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Yeah, Uh Huh Pop Your Shit TaV
Started from the ground now I'm going up
They can't tell me nothing
And I'm bold I'll treat your ass like Demarcus Cousins
I can mix shit together like designer brands nigga I'm really having motion
Nigga surfing on wave like a muhfucking ocean
I'm out the liq man, I'm fully loaded
Can't forget the sticks, nigga, we fully loaded
Need a solid bitch, that's gon' really tote it After party shit, they playin' my song
I'm the type to fuck her once and then I get gone
And I pitch a bitch off like a baseball, Now she hate me, I'm sorry, bitch, but I can't date you
I'm in the studio, man, I'm grindin' like Oubre Now I'm lookin' at my life, now this shit a movie
Got locked up once, it was so confusing
But I beat the case, now they lookin' stupid
By the streams, they wakin' up to my music Feel like I'm shittin' on niggas just like I'm pooping
It's a four-door-whip, I don't do the couping, Back then, as a young nigga, I was hoopin
I don't fuck with niggas, just like, state troopers
And I'm on the winning team, you niggas really losers
High speed chase, we swervin
Mask on just like a young nigga, purging
Nigga window shoppin' cause his pockets hurtin' And my pockets stay fat just like Fat Albert
I'm tryna run it up, move my mom on the mountain
And my nigga Grizz dripped up like a fountain
I'm with Hik Shawn, we just bagged a bitch With a Balenci on our feet, you see the drip
Blowin' checks back-to-back My brody steady trippin, tryna blow the gat
Steady goin' up, just check the stacks They was sleepin' on me like they took Xanax
And I still don't politic with you niggas
Uh
Uh
Uh
I ain't sleepin, bitch, I'm up
Pour that lean, pour that stuff
Movin' weight, bitch I'm buff
Put them bows in the truck
Yeah, I'm rollin, yeah I'm stuck
Pull up on me, this the dump
Two-three on me, this bitch jump
Bop, bop, bop
Bitch, jump out my hand
Ha-ha-ha
I'm in love with them bands
Brand new racks, I'm doin' my dance
I just made 50K with my mans
Left outta school
I had a plan
Everything cool, yeah I'm the man
Whip out a roll and the bitch said damn
IG bitch had to put her on cam
Fuck these hoes nigga put on the fam
Cut on the fan
Yeah, yeah, my cup dirty like Dan
Wide body of shark on land
Left wrist shinin, gave him a tan
I did it once, I'd do it again I recommend that you stay in your skin
Get out your body, shit, turn to a party White boy rollin, yeah, I'm gnarly
Yeah, Uh Huh Pop Your Shit TaV
Started from the ground now I'm going up
They can't tell me nothing
And I'm bold I'll treat your ass like Demarcus Cousins
I can mix shit together like designer brands nigga I'm really having motion
Nigga surfing on wave like a muhfucking ocean
I'm out the liq man, I'm fully loaded
Can't forget the sticks, nigga, we fully loaded
Need a solid bitch, that's gon' really tote it After party shit, they playin' my song
I'm the type to fuck her once and then I get gone
And I pitch a bitch off like a baseball, Now she hate me, I'm sorry, bitch, but I can't date you
I'm in the studio, man, I'm grindin' like Oubre Now I'm lookin' at my life, now this shit a movie
Got locked up once, it was so confusing
But I beat the case, now they lookin' stupid
By the streams, they wakin' up to my music Feel like I'm shittin' on niggas just like I'm pooping
It's a four-door-whip, I don't do the couping, Back then, as a young nigga, I was hoopin
I don't fuck with niggas, just like, state troopers
And I'm on the winning team, you niggas really losers
High speed chase, we swervin
Mask on just like a young nigga, purging
Nigga window shoppin' cause his pockets hurtin' And my pockets stay fat just like Fat Albert
I'm tryna run it up, move my mom on the mountain
And my nigga Grizz dripped up like a fountain
I'm with Hik Shawn, we just bagged a bitch With a Balenci on our feet, you see the drip
Blowin' checks back-to-back My brody steady trippin, tryna blow the gat
Steady goin' up, just check the stacks They was sleepin' on me like they took Xanax
And I still don't politic with you niggas
Uh
Uh
Uh
I ain't sleepin, bitch, I'm up
Pour that lean, pour that stuff
Movin' weight, bitch I'm buff
Put them bows in the truck
Yeah, I'm rollin, yeah I'm stuck
Pull up on me, this the dump
Two-three on me, this bitch jump
Bop, bop, bop
Bitch, jump out my hand
Ha-ha-ha
I'm in love with them bands
Brand new racks, I'm doin' my dance
I just made 50K with my mans
Left outta school
I had a plan
Everything cool, yeah I'm the man
Whip out a roll and the bitch said damn
IG bitch had to put her on cam
Fuck these hoes nigga put on the fam
Cut on the fan
Yeah, yeah, my cup dirty like Dan
Wide body of shark on land
Left wrist shinin, gave him a tan
I did it once, I'd do it again I recommend that you stay in your skin
Get out your body, shit, turn to a party White boy rollin, yeah, I'm gnarly
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Writer(s): Tavon Lauderdale
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