Galore

Lyrics

[Intro: ERIC NORTH] Ooh, za, ooh, za Ooh, za, yeah, ayy (One more time, one more time) Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah (One more time, one more time) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Check me out, bitch (Ayy) [Verse 1: ERIC NORTH] Run up in your spot, that's a thirty all on my hip, shit On my school shooter, antagonist, never did shit Got the block hotter than cooking it on a grill Everybody hate a nigga who telling it how he feel, ayy I just bought a new knife, come see how it feel Stainless steel leave your head cracked open without a pill Watch your head peel back, no, the skull don't crack I stopped fucking with niggas because they all gon' lack Catch me dashing on the wheels with a shorty who wanna kill All my bitches in the back and they countin' up all the bills Don't complain no more, I know your thang ain't sore They be countin' this money until they brain get torched Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched Four-five blowing brains, my gun named Lil' Whore I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore Lead penetrating hard-headed niggas, galore, ayy [Interlude: ERIC NORTH] That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy That's galore, ayy, that's galore, ayy [Chorus: ERIC NORTH] Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched .45 blowing brains, my gun named Lil' Whore I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore Lead penetrating hard-headed niggas, galore Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched .45 blowing brains, my gun named Lil' Whore I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore Lead penetrating hard-headed niggas, galore, ayy [Verse 2: Ashton Black] AR-15 lookin' pretty damn mean That's thirty rounds, shots to your goddamn team Niggas wanna ball hard, they think I'm Kareem Niggas still running mouths, Glock with the beam (Boom, boom) Hollow points really make a nigga start bussin' (Yeah) Young loose cannon that I call Smith & Wesson (Yeah) Fuck with DIVERSA and you finna learn a lesson (Yeah) Bodies on bodies, catch a boy on TV (Yeah) Young wild niggas with the triggers off safety (Uh) Think I'm all talk then, my nigga, come see me (Ayy) Beat a nigga face, eating punches like he greedy (Ayy) Throwing money at the bitches like they are the needy [Interlude: ERIC NORTH] Uh, woo What's good, nigga? Z [Chorus: ERIC NORTH] Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched .45 blowing brains, my gun named Lil' Whore I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore Lead penetrating hard-headed niggas, galore Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched .45 blowing brains, my gun named Lil' Whore I don't brag about the bullets but them things gone sore Lead penetrating hard-headed niggas, galore, ayy