Uh!
Smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
I pray the god for my soul that he keep
Been in the trap & it feel like a week
Smoking gelato ‘
I get on my feet
Stay in the field ‘
I think i need cleats
I pray the god
For my soul that he keep
Been in the trap
& it feel like a week
Stack up the cash
I’m making it ‘ neat
So many tricks
That i got on my sleeve
Just zoed a n#gg# ‘
I ain’t even meet
Feel like a chef when i’m whipping ‘ boutique
My b#tch a baddie her body ‘ botique
Not giving matta ’
Then you gotta leave
Not being rude ‘
Ima keep it a g
Me and yg
Really swerved on the d’s
Cops wanna know
But i would never speak
That be the opps
Don’t f#ck with the d’s
Smoking on ***
I barely could breath x
Smoking on r***
I barely could see
I was so broke
Now ah n#gg# be balling
1 ‘95 when i hop in a foreign
Twenty four seven ’
Ah n#gg# be touring
Bad lil b#tch in the crib ‘
And she whoring
She wanna ride ‘
Wanna record it
Backing it up ‘
Not doing giving a warning
I hit it once ‘
She feeling important
Like uh !!
She like the way i maneuver rocking amiri
Not wearing no pumas
Stay with a g i stay with a ooters
Stay with the cuz ‘
I stay with the ******
f#ck all the opps
Them n#gg#s is losers ( head tap head tap )
Hit the madula ( head tap head tap )
Boy is a rumor
Smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
I pray the god for my soul that he keep
Couldn’t be me i stay with a ruler uh!
Bro got gelato
I’m smoking the ****
Too many dead n#gg#s up in this blunt
Slide to the *** go to the truck
Spin thru back‘ through the front
How many shots? more than buck
I see a opp and i back out the uhh
Shawty a treesh she wanna rump
Go to the bank making the runs uh!
My n#gg#s still on the block
They tucking the glock
We praying the opp spinning
My n#gg#s still in the box
He wasn’t a joke
That n#gg# was not kidding
Them n#gg#s know we is not with it
Louie fendi ‘ with the glock in it
Big 40 cal with a mop in it
Roll up a wood with a opp in it
Like
Smoking gelato ‘ i get on my feet
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
Been in the trap & it feel like a uh yeah
Stack up the cash i’m making it
( stack up the cash i’m making it ‘ ———
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Young Esco Lyrics – Gelato
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