Gezuntight

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Black Josh] Yo it's Black Josh, name can't change like an anagram You can bank on it, that I want my cash in hand Gimme a thousand pound sterling not a bag of sand What you niggas really know about our Manny man? Nothing much but let me get you in touch People say I'm selfish cause I'm never giving a fuck I got a virgin strap in the trap and it's ready to bust At any pussyole, if they start fucking with us I'm up in the hood but nothing goes over my head I'm too high, like Red and Meth, might black out rolling the peng I'm caught in habits that I do over and over again I die hard and the bitch getting deep throated to death With smoke on my chest, my cousin's got O's of the best My attitude stinks, my shit's got you holding your breath I tell a bitch to shut her mouth and then open her legs I've been pimping like Mike Epps, take note of the sweg I'm from rainy Manchester so I stay dipped in North Face Scally white chav, lighting splabs in the hallway Bad son of anarchy couldn't care what the law states I wore a TN tracksuit to my Crown Court case I'm out all night and sleep all day I spark a hour like it's my forte I fuck her right in the pussy, no foreplay Yeah it's rapture, I drop jewels till my balls ache [Verse 2: Trellion] Yo, woke up feeling like a million euros Went to the barber's like "give me some cornrows" I just Tommy Hilfiger'd my wardrobe Now I'm on the set of a brazilian porno I ain't trynna win an award show Unless it's eight figures or more, though I'll be underwater spitting in Morse code Only Lord knows why the kiddo was born slow Bugging out in dull weather in a wool sweater Chilling underneath a Peach Lipton's umbrella You think you get drugs but my plug's better Now I'm done with your bitch, you can come get her Now all I need is this last four I swap a bar of cheese for a passport Hack down a tree with a hacksaw Stashed the P's and had to leave through the back door [Verse 3: Milkavelli] I just did a hundred lines of cocaine King of snow, Keyser Söze My blood's codeine with methazine Got this vampire bitch getting very lean Delirious, had a couple seizures that were serious Fuck the doctor, I ain't hearing shit Unless you write a script with the refill with it Tell a bitch to say 'Aah' and put an E pill in it Straight mack, I'm just laid back with it Ain't got a V in my name just cause A$VP did it Last time in Paris used to straight faggots with Like Robbie Williams shit Take that and give me light I tell your bitch she can take that dick I'm too blasé with it You suck a dick if fucking Kanye did it Too blasé with it You'd probably suck a dick if your boy Kanye did it Shit, zoom in that Park Lane living, bars ain't switching Pull up to the rave and park the R.A. in it Now I'm in a car chase whipping from the police Nah, I was in the arcade, tripping I'm 3rd degree burned-out Always forgetting shit and tracking back like Dirk Kuyt A couple of chicken-heads in my birdhouse Release the dove and let them birds out [Verse 4: Lee Scott] Fuck bitches like a porn actor Smoking cigarettes to cure cancer Rocking Nike hoodies, sipping polish beers Just do it, very slowly over years I'm the center of the universe Fuck trying, I'm literally trynna do me worst I'm the new Willard Smith With pill crumbs in me spliff (getting jiggy with the shit) I drift into a deep state of "I don't really give a hell" That drunken ignorant infidel I chip your style and sit and smile Sipping mild ale I tell you I'm the shit without fail I'm off the Kardashev scale I bailed to the dark side to stay Where hell is just a car ride away Chilling with Hendrix and Hicks With a keg and a bitch Broke but in ten drinks, I'm fixed Pissed, scuba diving in river Styx What's that got to do with the price of a pick 'n' mix? Wise guy, once bitten, 666 times shy God spitting on your bitch clique while I'm sky high I pry your mind's eye open and slam it shut like "Goodnight" Squinting in the sunlight Tourists, taking selfies with lizards walking upright [Hook] And what it look like? You're getting fucked up right? And if you're not then you should be This shit'll blow your brains out like gezuntight And what it look like? You're getting fucked up right? And if you're not then you should be This shit'll blow your brains out like gezuntight
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Credits
- Writers
- Milkavelli
- Lee Scott
- Trellion
- Black Josh