GARY COLEMAN

Lyrics

[Chorus: Houdini & Bvlly] I-I-I just left the trap, four and a midget, Gary Coleman, uh Don't care 'bout the tag, you know that I can afford it, uh And I'm livin' fast, livin' life like I'm in sport mode (Yeah) We gotta walk with the strap, we ain't into doin' chokeholds I just got a strap, rippin' shirts like it's Hulk Hogan Now I'm in the trap, pressin' keys like I'm Beethoven How they hate on me? Pushin' foreigns that ain't stolen They tryna vanish me by puttin' poison in my potion [Verse: Houdini & Bvlly] Yo, uh We turn a two into four I'm out of town, sellin', feel like a store, uh The feds did a raid on my tour Wonder why I don't show up anymore, uh I do not show no remorse She give me brain like a motherfuckin' dork, uh I make like ten of a chorus Good thing I know that my music important, uh They ain't think the same, no more Been in the game since I went and got off the porch He ain't the same, no more Close his eyes and now he seen a corpse I'm who to blame, of course Drippin' and spittin' that fire, I feel like a torch Lot to be grateful for We winnin' and both of us livin', so it could be worse Been a bad boy, I've been up in that bando, uh Dealt with handcuffs, that shit feel like bad luck, uh Trap on Samsung, wrap him up like Santa, uh Got no manners, make me look less handsome, uh This is madness, I was marchin' to the mansion I'm fly, Aladdin, like baby, be my Jasmine And I'm not braggin', I whip dope with a passion Run plays like Madden, you had it but that's past tense Yo, uh We goin' up this shit like the Behemoth And if I said it, you know that I mean it Pour up a four up in a two-liter Cronem love playin' with .40's and Niners These are designers, I treat 'em like beaters Turn that bitch into a eater Hit that bitch like Derek Jeter I heard they said that it's cheaper to keep her And I'm with Bvlly, we making a heater With that Glizzy, feel like reaper Slidin' it back, pullin' the lever Shawty was wack, leave it to beaver I need a ticket, not out the meter Makin' a movie, not out the theatre Baby, I'm hot, not with a fever You pay a lot, I get it cheaper [Chorus: Houdini & Bvlly] I-I-I just left the trap, four and a midget, Gary Coleman, uh Don't care 'bout the tag, you know that I can afford it, uh And I'm livin' fast, livin' life like I'm in sport mode (Yeah) We gotta walk with the strap, we ain't into doin' chokeholds I just got a strap, rippin' shirts like it's Hulk Hogan Now I'm in the trap, pressin' keys like I'm Beethoven How they hate on me? Pushin' foreigns that ain't stolen They tryna vanish me by puttin' poison in my potion [Outro: Houdini & Bvlly] Yo, uh We goin' up this shit like the Behemoth And If I said it, you know that I mean it I need a ticket, not out the meter Makin' a movie, not out the theatre