Punch Me In (feat. Byreek)
Gelato Bill
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Turn the mother fucking stoves on its gelato in this bitch Come on Yeah yeah yeah Come on Uhh uhh uhh Yeah yeah yeah Back up in the booth I'm snappin every time I'm in this bitch Slamming bags in the trap Gelato bill Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick You would think I'm playin madden nigga send another blitz It go 20 ball out that shit go crazy with my fit Got these broke ass niggas sick Said f*ck my po still riding dirty behind this tint Been in that field you niggas coming off the bench Servin all these bags ain't got no time to hear you vent F*ck a hellcat gelato bill need a vet Dollar breakin hearts told that bitch to keep a vest City in a drought I went and put that water around my neck Hit the pot a little harder you can go and cop that tec Shawty got no brains nigga I just use her for the sex My boy so damn slimy think it's time that they free jeff Got them on my line wondering what gelato gone do next I done hurt these niggas pride I got my foot all in they chest These niggas ain't got a ten piece I told them make that shit make sense Haa haa haa Make that shit make sense You either gang or you not ain't no straddling on this fence Nigga before I be a witness I'ma sit down for a stint Nigga I know that ain't a real one I can tell by the scent Told neeko punch me in I don't need no fuckin pen Told neeko punch me in I don't need no fuckin pen I just got another load once it land you know it's sold Rockin' palm angels moncler this shit expensive drip 50 k inside the sweats know that we ain't sweating shit Plenty women call it pimpin I'm just here to hand the business You can't see me through this tent all you see is VVs Most a nigga peewee's we ballin in the big league Know that we ain't sparring shit Standing on a business nigga Know that how the game go Know we havin halos yeah yeah All I know is get it stack that cash I get that paper up Niggas they be cappin they ain't really got no fetty wap QB to the block you can't name no nigga hot ass us Bussin down on Boston mics we can play the prices right Double up Get the bag then muscle up Niggas mad Give no fucks cause we going up Poppin tags Hold yo wrist you know that trophy up Why they mad Ain't no nigga out here fly as us Back up in the booth I'm snappin every time I'm in this bitch Slamming bags in the trap Gelato bill Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick You would think I'm playin madden nigga send another blitz It go 20 ball out that shit go crazy with my fit Got these broke ass niggas sick Said f*ck my po still riding dirty behind this tint Been in that field you niggas coming off the bench Back up in the booth I'm snappin every time I'm in this bitch Slamming bags in the trap Gelato bill Watch my brother serve that dog you would think he michael vick You would think I'm playin madden nigga send another blitz
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