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fat trel – giddyup lyrics

ft sl-tty boyz & migos

man, i just ran down with the set
gotta giddyup, gotta giddyup
i just f-cked up the path
gotta giddyup, gotta giddyup
it’s like a derby with the merking
gotta giddyup, gotta giddyup
got them running
gotta giddyup, gotta giddyup
giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup

i go kobe with the money, joe and i go pimping
can catch me in the kitchen, my wrist is just a weapon
and i ‘ and he flex like he in the gym
all the work is like amigo, pack this for my migos
i f-cked up my sack but then i got a shot with migo
loudest of the pack, i keep the act up in my leaders
my watch, chain and wrist look like i keep them in the freezer

giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
got a 30 round glock in the cut
got a 3.5 in my blunt, try to run up on me, n-gg-, get stung
got my old bands, every day i stunt
i do my own thing, n-gg-, i don’t front
i’m on the front line flexing with the punk
i leave a p-ssy -ss n-gg- on the strung
like they don’t wanna say what they want
if my bands low i’mma get it up
with the train 5.7 tell him to get his hands up
when i rolled up i’m slowed up
so turned up, i’m f-cked up
f-ck is up, i do this sh-t, you need the distance
truly distance, sl-tty boyz and migos, b-tch

got ’em running with another n-gg-, b-tch
got her ‘ these street my rep, has to be my clique
let ’em keep talking so i know they still on my d-ck
let me talk my sh-t ‘i’m at it again
totting the fifth and i’m shooting the fifth
reloading the fifth and just shoot it again
f-cking a b-tch and her friend it’s a ten
i am not choosing ‘ and i’m living my life and my life is a trip
and i’m doing just that and i’m at it again

bought a hundred round choppa, hit ’em all
to the park, to the trunk, lift ’em all
boy, i came for the work to be done
when i get it gotta go, get to y’all
that’s ciroc in my cup, put the molly in the b-tch, hurry up
south beach in the state with a bad -ss b-tch
way she rub my d-ck, giddyup
get a trap, get a pat, f-ck it all
they tell me go, what’s up, b-tch let me get my plug
duffle bag with a whole lot of drugs
money low, i phone, get it all
f-ck a deal, hundred mill ain’t enough
same night came back p-ssy n-gg- just strapped
what you looking at jack, keep it up

- fat trel lyrics

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