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ggo kurt - envy lyrics

hook:
these n+ggas jealous i know that they envy me light his ass up like a christmas tree
this g+l+c+k it hold fifty i up on that n+gga he p+ssed down his denim jeans
long live my ? thats gone i swear that they stick with me
t+t+b+g+g+o all them young n+gga that’s round me they throw up them billy b’s
verse:
young n+gga stay in the field for that sack and they totin 2 nines like jj watt
in the back of the trap with the pack on my back and the strap in my lap hold fifty shots
heard you got a few packs we gon lay yo ass down everything in yo spot gon be emptied out
i threw away all of my pens and pencils i’m tryna go down a diffеrent route
i’m still on the block whеre they know not to f+ck with me for all my opps it’s still up for me
imma stand on the stage with them n+gga grew up with me in a few we live in luxury
try to reach for my sh+t must be stupid as f+ck like im o+t+b yeah they gon bust for me
long live lulu this c+m+p sh+t all these young n+ggas round me scoot up for free
boy these streets crazy as f+ck try to come to my side and you know we gon rock out
b+g confusing as f+ck cause when we gon slide the opps never pop out
every time a opp die we gon celebrate
fighting four cases i feel like a heavyweight
reach for my sh+t better not hesitate
imma up it and bust it he thought he was getting away
still in the field like im kicking for fifa these summer streets hot like a dinner plate
still i done bought four ferrari’s and still riding round with four 2’s on the interstate
that’s 12 hit the gas i ain’t hitting the brake
moonwalk on the stage if i can’t bring the glock with me
every show we hit the stage like a hockey tape
every beat i get on turn to a lottery
lil b+tch skinny petite and she pretty
i’m walking around with the d+ck in my skinny’s you know we gon scoot till its empty
watch i hop out the cut slidin a k with a k and you know i got big huncho with me
we ain’t worried bout no opps we invested in weapons i bet this x+d make him feel it
i got tired of the hustle start sn+tching and jacking i’m tryna go up to the ceiling
won’t stop until we hit the feds or a million
feel like i got luck ballin like andrew wiggins
been balling too hard might get beat by the pistons
yo hoe she gon f+ck with the n+gga who winning
lord forgive me i fell in these streets and start sinning
true to me i get the bands and i spend it
g+g+o diss on the gang and we spinnin
hook:
these n+ggas jealous i know that they envy me light his ass up like a christmas tree
this g+l+c+k it hold fifty i up on that n+gga he p+ssed down his denim jeans
long live my ? thats gone i swear that they stick with me
t+t+b+g+g+o all them young n+gga that’s round me they throw up them billy b’s

- ggo kurt lyrics

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