lazy3x – gil arenas lyrics
[intro]
(glocky) ayy, yeah
chang, go (playtime’s over)
yeah (yeah)
uh, uh, uh (i hate windxws), ayy
glocky (yeah)
yeah, yeah (mathiastyner), yeah, uh (chang)
uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah)
[verse]
i’m at the strap through the post and i f+ck it up
b+tch i’m in a hole, pour a fo’ in the double cup
b+tch, gimme that pole, n+gga, you is not toppin’ us
big lazy came with a lot, uh (a lot)
pull up and swerve out the lot (a+skrr!)
i just pulled up with a glock, uh (a+baow)
young n+gga trap, i whip in the pot
chop in my bag, and it came with a red dot
but these n+ggas flocks, then ain’t gettin’ no bags
i walk in the trap, i don’t look at the tags
i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch and i f+ck up her back
i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch, you ain’t gettin’ her back
i pour up the jag, you know who i am
these n+ggas, they g+y, and these rappers are f+gs
i f+ck up the bag and my pockets are fat
pull up with a k, pull up with a mag, uh (ha)
uh, ayy (huh?)
i got a bad b+tch, she want my line
got a big+ass wrist, can’t tell the time
and i’m with the sh+ts, i tote that .9
pull up with the gl!ck, get lit like a light
and no, i’m not g+y, but i’m strapped like a dyk+
i pull up and shoot a n+gga, we won’t fight
like f+ckin’ this dude, n+gga, we won’t type (uh+huh)
twitter+ass n+ggas on twitter fiendin’ (huh?)
and i say that i do it, i really mean it (yeah)
and i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch, she don’t know no english (chang)
and i’m ballin’ on n+ggas like alex english (ha)
and you strappin’ that raw, so shop at neeman’s
and you f+ckin’ that b+tch, but she barely feelin’ (ha)
and i’m switchin’ these lanes, better turn my blinkers (ha)
she like “big lazy, you so conceited” (yeah)
i put her on love, but i didn’t mean it (yeah)
and i got a choppa, shoot whole arenas (baow)
and a young n+gga ballin’ like gil arenas (fah)
and i got designer all on my sneakers (fah)
the heat on my side leave him burnt
get hit with the .9, now he in a he+rs+
that n+gga, he lie, now he in the dirt (glocky)
like foreign my whip, on the highway i swerve
and i four up my gl!ck and i shoot like steve kerr
and my diamonds, they drippin’, they ill me, they burn
and i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch, i ain’t talkin’ on her
and i ran up the guap, had to buy her a purse
and he catchin’ this chopper, i feel like a nurse
you get caught with no block and you shootin’ like fade
and lil’ shawty a thot, she a bop, gimme face
and i shoot with the glock, i ain’t shoot with no fade (yeah)
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