Gizmo Lyrics – Youngboixander

Gizmo Lyrics by Youngboixander

(Yea)
(Ybx)
(Yea)
(Slatt)

(Slatt)
(Wha)
(Wha)
(Slime)

(Boi you ain’t never seen no Chanel in yo life)
Bih im the King Gremlin
Yea ho I’m Gizmo
I keep a Mac in my lap

Point it out
The window
Shoot yo homie dead
In the flesh

Now he ain’t got no soul
I keep Tecs
I keep Nines
Bih I keep them poles

Oh you wanna run up on me
Bih I wanna see that
Gimme some xans and my Mac
Ima roll my damn seat back

15 rounds on me ho
Bih you better keep back
You talk all this game
But where the hell your is yo team at

You talkin all this game
Bih shut up where my beam at
Purple red pink styrofoam
Bih Wheres my lean at

Pull up choppa side
We gon spray up
Used to rock wit a shank
Got it home made

Out of the tape bruh
I’m in a m#f# cow
This real calf skin
I’m allergic to the fake stuff

Bih im the King Gremlin
Yea ho I’m Gizmo
I keep a Mac in my lap
Point it out

The window
Shoot yo homie dead
In the flesh
Now he ain’t got no soul

I keep Tecs
I keep Nines
Bih I keep them poles
Oh whatta shame

You thought she was yours but she gripping on my chains
She ain’t too smart
Cause she’s given me all her brain
Ooh I wouldn’t do that

Disrespect me and my mamas name
That will get you Killt
For less money than my Cartier
Sorry Cartiers

Cartier rings
Depending if I like you
I might just murck you for no reason
I’m from hell

Ima Gremlin ima m#f# demon
You wanna spread gossip
Ho I gotchu
Get you stretched out bad

On some treason
Bih im the King Gremlin
Yea ho I’m Gizmo
I keep a Mac in my lap

Point it out
The window
Shoot yo homie dead
In the flesh

Now he ain’t got no soul
I keep Tecs
I keep Nines
Bih I keep them poles

I roll with slashers
Roll with Robbers
And some criminals
I’m movin packs

Flipin bricks
Bih im stashin pills
I know killers
I know hit men

I know drug dealers
Yo Ho that you claim
Claimed me when she rode me like a 4 wheeler
Boo bih tough crowd

Kel tec Ho
Get you gunned down
Oh you wanna talk
You wanna say summ now

Too late all my Nines got they guns out
Yea you scummin Ho
Feinin hard
I Got yo bum done strung down

The rag was white now it’s red
Got the blood rung out
Bih ima hell raiser
Gimme a Kiss

Wit my tongue out
Snuck in my shooters
You gon wish we never hung out
Bring some 30s to the party

And get it all shut down
Bih im the King Gremlin
Yea ho I’m Gizmo
I keep a Mac in my lap

Point it out
The window
Shoot yo homie dead
In the flesh

Now he ain’t got no soul
I keep Tecs
I keep Nines
Bih I keep them poles

Bih im the King Gremlin
Yea ho I’m Gizmo
I keep a Mac in my lap
Point it out

The window
Shoot yo homie dead
In the flesh
Now he ain’t got no soul

I keep Tecs
I keep Nines
Bih I keep them poles
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Youngboixander Lyrics – Gizmo

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Gizmo