It’s gon’ blow, bout’ a problem
If I see ’em, spot ’em got ’em
Keep a ruler clip, cuz he wanna learn so I taught ’em–
Yeah (Yea, yea, yea)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah I’m runnin’ to the bank fa’ the payroll
Been coutin’ up money every week, you get the same dough
Stood in the rain for all my n#gg#’s, i’m the blame tho’
Still claimin’ gang but I ain’t hangin’ round’ the same bros (yuh, ay)
2 Step wit my checks, no Nike, started from the grains hoe
Bae come say she like me cuz she started wit’ some lame-o’s
n#gg#s gain addictions then go spiraling down the drain, bro
Till I’m in the grave I’m finding ways to help me change somthin’
Blood drippin’ down by fangs
Vamp the anthem let it bang
You ain’t like me you can’t hang
You ain’t vool, you ain’t gang
You think you icee, but you lame
You ain’t cool, you ain’t gang
You don’t vool, you insane
Leakin’ pools out my veins, aye
I got ghouls like I’m haunted
Look like sonic wit these rings
Kurapika, wit the chains
Keep a blade, like I’m link
Katana cut fast so b#tch don’t sink
Suck dick like Kirby n her bra say PINK
Let your #ss down in your blood, can’t sink
I told that boy I’m bout my guala
Baby imma dog, imma f#ckin Rottweiler
I’m the leader of the pack, no I, don’t follow
Unload the chop, let it go rah-tah-dah-da
.45 and my G-Lock, It’s gon’ blow, bout’ a problem
If I see ’em, spot ’em got ’em
Keep a ruler clip, cuz he wanna learn so I taught ’em
f#ck a nat-nat she a rat-rat, she want blue cheese
Told that boy I smoke on so much dope I can’t ‘een do lean
Yeah (Yea, yea, yea)
Yeah (Yeah)
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MARQER Lyrics – GUALA!