Do A Show

Lyrics
[Chorus: gunk] Yeah, I feel like if I didn't meet you, I would've been alright (Warning) Told twin, "Lock in, it'll be alright", yeah (War—) Yeah, yeah, you just make up everything Yeah, fuck, you just so embarrassing, yeah (War—) In yo' hood wearing all black and we do a show You-You say that yo' homie, he whacked, I ain't even know Yeah, yeah, you fucked up if you let me go You ain't gon' hold me down (Warning) [Verse 1: gunk] Yeah, niggas keep tryna impress me, ayy Pigs, they tryna arrest me, yeah Up in the crib, I chill wit' bae Lil'-Lil' girl tryna caress me, ayy I thank God, I'ma bless it, ayy I thank God that I'm sexy, yeah Why is you testin', ayy? Nigga, he gеttin' his head blown off [Verse 2: fashionist] Man, these pussy ass niggas been said еnough Nigga, go head, get some bread or sumn This a real 'vette or sumn, yeah I got my cheddar on me Nigga, I'm a real trendsetter, on me Nigga got swag, got swag on him Nigga got swag, look better on me Bitch, you know I ball, shit Bitch, I own shit Bitch, I been my own clique Yeah, you ain't own it Bitch, you lame, I've known it That's my swag, you stole it Yeah and you know it I'm wit' gunk, we tote shit You a bitch, ain't know shit Got my own clique, bitch Got my own bitch, yeah Got my own blick Y'all niggas pussy, y'all ain't tote shit I'm a real nigga, I'm making them hits Nigga talk down and we getting 'em hit, yeah Nigga, I'm gettin' 'em hit, yeah Nigga, I'm gettin' 'em hit, yeah, yeah (Spent like twelve on Marni) Spent like twelve on Marni Bitch, I feel like— Bitch, I— Bitch, I feel like Carti Pull up to the party The hoes and the clothes and the money stay on me Why yo' main hoe on my phone, tryna call me? And the racks stand tall Bitch, the racks stay on me I got big bank Hope you don't depend on me [Chorus: gunk] Yeah, I feel like if I didn't meet you, I would've been alright Told twin, "Lock in, it'll be alright", yeah (Warning) Yeah, yeah, you just make up everything Yeah, fuck, you just so embarrassing, yeah (War—) In yo' hood wearing all black and we do a show You-You say that yo' homie, he whacked, I ain't even know Yeah, yeah, you fucked up if you let me go You ain't gon' hold me down (Warning) [Outro: gunk] (Yeah, niggas keep tryna impress me, ayy) (Pigs, they tryna arrest me, yeah) (Warning)
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- gunk