Guy Savelli (ft. King Grubb)

[Verse 1: tinfoilfronts]
I wear me skull inside out an it's not reversible
I hate your guys but it's nothing personal
Dancing ith the devil, Carragher and Neville
Acid in the rental, classic instrumental
Shots of rum, shotguns, controlling the driver
Things have changed since the days you could smoke for a fiver
Skinny neck with fat bolts in
You get thrown through the window like frank olson
The gang waltzed in you walked out it's all war
Something like fallout 4
Note to self: i'm knee deep and need to eat
I'm a stand up guy so i don't need a seat
Keak da sneak, super hyphy, do it nightly
You don't like me but you don't even leave your street (fuck off)
De-bleat the sheep, who do i address this note too?
Everyone's the goat til guy savelli rolls through
Goku with a gold tooth kid
If thye say you're dope then they told you fibs
5 tapes, 1 year; old school flip, true
I never told but i know who did; you!
Sit around, hand me down wife beater
Waiting for shit to popoff like peter

[verse 2: king grubb]
I light reefer, slice pizza with my left hand
Nice to meet ya, nah i'm lyin', you're a dead man
Need a head scan, dark side, bumpin' redman
Yes man, no pall i roll that socal
Fuck the low cal smoke up, i've gotta go now
Mid lecture, infectious but get your own sound
Strictly classics like motown you get mowed down and moved on
You know you're wack too surely
Makes no sense like a Blackpool tory
3 piece combo when I pass through Morley's
I'll lampool a corny rappers sad true story, soz
I'll my share of the gwop and call it odds
It ain't all good, you thought it was, I know it's not
Ey boss, I call the shots big baller watch, touring corner shops

Big baller watch, touring corner shops
Big baller watch, touring corner shops

Guy savelli, guy savelli[x4]