GIL ARENAS II

[Part I]

[Intro: BBY KODIE & Lazy3x]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (Glocky)
(You're so fucking ruthless) Fah, fah (Uh)
Uh, yeah, uh (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
What? Uh

[Chorus: BBY KODIE, Lazy3x & Both]
I'm not with the chit chat, no I'm not with the beep shit (Fah)
XD 45 on me for the sneak shit (Fah)
Bitch, yo' ass be seven days just for that weak shit, mhm
Quit talkin' that sweet shit, mhm
Heard the blog wanna leak shit, mhm
I'm jumpin' out the wall like some street shit, mhm
I'm nobody's child, but I'm secret, uh

[Verse 1: BBY KODIE & Lazy3x]
Do that shit on hush (Yuh)
Know that shit so plush, mm (Wha?)
Diamonds sit so flush (Ha)
Damn near broke the bracket off my wrist and had to bust (Count up)
Now where none of yo' old hoes, I seen yo' ho ride the bus (Thot)
And now she wanna ride with us (Ha)
Quit talkin' that Persian bus (Fah)
Burberry board my tux (Fah)
Keep talkin' 'bout extra, that's us (Fah)
And y'all niggas talkin', ain't touch (Thot)
Get to poppin' like a goddamn clutch (Ha)
Still leanin' like a goddamn crutch (Fah)
Niggas, thеy countin' that profit, that sucks (K)
So don't come to me with all that

[Chorus: BBY KODIE, Lazy3x & Both]
I'm not with the chit chat, no I'm not with thе beep shit (Fah)
XD 45 on me for the sneak shit (Fah)
Bitch, yo' ass be seven days just for that weak shit, mhm
Quit talkin' that sweet shit, mhm
Heard the blog wanna leak shit, mhm
I'm jumpin' out the wall like some street shit, mhm
I'm nobody's child, but I'm secret (Hey Lazy)

[Part II]

[Verse 2: Lazy3x]
(Skrr) He talkin' 'bout guap, then I got a lot (Ha-ha)
I bought me a drop and gon' shoot up the lot
And I bought me a thot, but fuck what you thought (Ha-ha)
You think that's your wife, but shawty a bop (Ha-ha)
And I got a pipe, it came with a stop (You're so fucking ruthless)
You not spendin' the night, bitch I just want the top (Fah, fah)
(Huh?) We load the Glock (Fah)
Uh, fah, fah, fah, fah!
Pull up, uh (Ha), fah, uh (Fah)
Shawty wan' fuck on the squad, uh (A-ha)
Pull up, uh (Ha), baow (Baow)
The bullets sprayin', everybody fall, uh (Eskah)
Whip out the choppa, gon' skid (Gon' skid)
Like shawty a bop, but yo' bitch in the mix (In the mix)
This choppa like soccer, this choppa got kicks (Ah-fah)
I'm feelin' like Popeye, I'm flexin' and shit (Ha-ha)
Fuck that bitch and she cock-eyed, not textin' that bitch
This chop hit a lick, do the dash in the whip
Bitch, I got a stick in the trap, make him flip
Might X the boy out like Tic Tac Toe (Ha-ha)
But now I got clout, she givin' me throat
And I'm high as a cloud, I'm smokin' on dope
And that shit is not loud, what you puffin' on, bro?
And I'm fuckin' her mouth, I ain't cuffin' no ho
I pull up, I'm dumpin', I'm grabbin' my pole
And I shoot it for nothin', that nigga want smoke (Fah, fah)
Uh, niggas gon' hop out the truck (The truck)
Talk down, bitch I got a tuck (Uh, fah)
One down, like you can get up (Get up)
Nigga want beef, it's up and it's stuck (It's stuck)
Red light pipe, it's makin' him stump (Oh, wha?)
No, I don't fight 'cause I got a gun
Like choppa gon' skid (Ha), I got a stick (Fah)
Uppin' that stick and it's makin' him flip (Fah, fah)
Shawty a bitch, shawty a flip
Stackin' my chips, got designer my kicks
And I'm in the field like alarmin' and shit (Ha-ha)
And I give that bitch chills, swervin' top on my wrist
Boy, I think I need gills, this water on my wrist
Tell me how that shit feels 'cause yo' daughter my bitch
Like bitch run it back, uh, fah
I'm in the back, uh, fah (Bitch I'm in the back)
I got a strap, uh, fah (Bitch I got the strap)
Nigga, get clapped, uh, fah (Ay, nigga, get clapped)
Like fah, fah, fah, we not lettin' shit slide (Fah)
He talkin' sick, that nigga, he die
But he act like a bitch (Fah), go get in the kitchen (Fah)
I'm in the trap with the stick and I'm whippin' (Fah, fah)
I'm not fuckin' with niggas, feel like a lesbian (Feel like a lesbian)
I'm in the foreign, that boy a pedestrian
And the shawty, she hard around me like equestrian (Ha-ha)
When shit gettin' hot, let me pull out my watt (Fah)
I'm in the block, gotta watch for the cops (Chang)
I keep a Glock, got a watch on my opps
You call like a baby, but shawty a bop
And I shoot 'em like Tracy, bitch pass me the rock (Glocky)
Bitch I'm too slick like some grease
And bitch, I got two clips in this heat (Fah, fah)
Get put on the news, clip if you tweak
And you not gon' do shit 'cause you sweet
And I got a pole stick with a beam (Glocky)
Eatin' that Ruth Chris with yo' bitch (Ha-ha)
I'm in the South side with the stick
Bitch I got a bag, but I'm taking your bag, too
And you can get clapped if I'm in a bad mood
And bitch, I got a stick, just like bamboo (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Put the lead to his head, uh, Cantu
Big laser, anything that you can do (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
I pull out my Tec, like an egg, he gon' scramble (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
And after I'm done, wipe it off and it's brand new (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
The bullets, they stuck to his body, tattoo (Ha-ha, ha-ha)
The choppa's gon' crack at his nut, cashew (Fah)
I strike at zero, just like Arenas
Look at me like a hero, she suck on my Peter (Uh-huh)
Eat my dick like a churro, then sound like good eatin'
And we steppin' like Hiro, don't start with the beefin' (Fah, uh, fah)