shabazz pbg - gelato lyrics
[verse 1]
smoke a n-gg- like my life grand theft auto
smoke a n-gg- like a blunt of gelato
my lil’ b-tch bad, she a model
she want the henny, she don’t want moscato
she just want her some red bottoms
she walked in, she shaped like a c-ke bottle
-ss fat, ride me like a harley
shooters on the dirt bike, no ducati
[chorus]
“who want the smoke?” like i’m cardi
i’m off percs, i don’t f-ck with the molly
them young n-gg-s geekin’ for a body
got my stick out when i leave the party
fn five-seven, blue tip
blue strip hundreds, i’m chasing a blue check
independent, run it up, i got ’em upset
double r, grab a bentley, sit it offset
diamonds vvs, no si, faucet
drop the top on a benz coupe and lost it
got a new b-tch, she bougie and bossy
your b-tch ain’t sh-t, that p-ssy ain’t even cost me
b-tch, i’m on that rich sh-t
young n-gg- came up from hittin’ them licks
your shooters need practice, b-tch, we can’t miss
i might hop in the rover, lane switch
[verse 2]
limo tinted, i’m in miami
i just landed on the brick like i’m shaq
chanel on me when i’m f-ckin’ up saks
they think i’m serena ’cause i got these racks
n-gg-s tried slide, they had to double back
draco on me and 1d got the mac
play with the gang, you get knocked off the map
when she see me, i be dressed in all black
no buscemi, i’m locked in in the trap
pink bikini when i hit from the back
n-gg-s ain’t me, i’m everything they lack
glock and balenciaga, they both matte
triple s, i’m steppin’ on these n-gg-s’ necks
givenchy styles, i hoppin’ on a jet
need an ap with the factory set
pbg chain, might flood it with baguettes
[chorus]
“who want the smoke?” like i’m cardi
i’m off percs, i don’t f-ck with the molly
them young n-gg-s geekin’ for a body
got my stick out when i leave the party
fn five-seven, blue tip
blue strip hundreds, i’m chasing a blue check
independent, run it up, i got ’em upset
double r, grab a bentley, sit it offset
diamonds vvs, no si, faucet
drop the top on a benz coupe and lost it
got a new b-tch, she bougie and bossy
your b-tch ain’t sh-t, that p-ssy ain’t even cost me
b-tch, i’m on that rich sh-t
young n-gg- came up from hittin’ them licks
your shooters need practice, b-tch, we can’t miss
i might hop in the rover, lane switch
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