Gelato

What ?! I don’t believe it! Kidding…..It’s just as I expected…

I’m chasing the bag I’m getting the dividend fucking the system by spitting shit, whipping the work and Im flipping it, selling the zip and I’m shipping it, gotta go get it lets run it up. say that I’m switching up y’all niggas is lame Im chasing the bag get the fuck out the way, I’m paving the way get stomped for a chain, Im taking the bag and jumping the gate, y’all hop in the whip and we doin the race, Im tired of waiting so stay out the way, my family in struggle so I’m riding in rage, quit all the capping, y’all playing games you don’t want no smoke I’m mentally insane, you robbed your bud, and didn’t get caught, you talking that shit bring your life to a halt. I’m dripping in sauce, yo bitch lick it off, I smoke out this zip no time to take off, I want a Ferrari, my mom in a mansion, bling on my neck diamonds gonna be dancing, my pops still retiring, my sister gone make it, my brother that nigga he taught me the basics. I’m running it up and i can’t tie my laces, Im a trapper fanatic, i buy hella fabric, I write all these verses this shit automatic, they say ima god they be so dramatic, Im high off this earth I’m up in the clouds, my weed is so loud, you won't touch the ground, I might scoop your bitch to go play around, don’t be mad cause i got plenty i sipping henny, patron, & remmy. I write all my verses you know that they deadly. My lyrics so vivid i don’t think you ready. i got out my zone so I’m stepping in Fendi, Im rocking that louie I’m rocking that Gucci I’m in the mood to go get groovy. yo bitch eat it up just like some sushi, its time to go penetrate that coochie, i know that I’m cold, i might be bold i had to take off to go touch the moon damn

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