GORO

Lyrics

[Intro] Brrt (La música de Harry Fraud) [Verse 1] Ayo, ran up in the spot, twin Glocks (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) John Gotti mask on, Matty Boy checker bars on the body bag (Ah) Strawberry SS, gauge on the backseat, lord (Skrrt) Chrome tops had 'em runnin' like a track meet (Ah) Willie crop top, you see the Desert in the Prada pants Chopper hit three bystanders, shit out of hand (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) [Interlude] (Griselda by Fashion Rebels) Ayo [Verse 2] Baby TEC in one hand (Brrt), hanger in the other hand (Whip) Had to start whippin' up just to go to SummerSlam (Ah) Penthouse in London, you can see the Buckingham Low got a fresh tan, that nigga should've fuckin' ran (Free Low) [Chorus] Allah, let my niggas (Free Sly, free Kutter, woo) Allah, let my niggas free (Free my niggas) I see the same thing in Him and me (Woo) I see the same thing in Him and me [Verse 3] Ayo, Simone Rocha, fold-up TEC on thе Paulin sofa (Brrt) My whole style doper (Woop) Green dot comin' from thе Rover, where your brains? Had to hop out (Ah) Finish the job, I'm a maniac (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Margiela numbers on the Glock, we had to scratch 'em off I know niggas on the rec' yard reachin' for the stars [Interlude] This for my four-ten-o'clock-countin' niggas Who got to run under they bum [Chorus] Allah, let my niggas free Allah, let my niggas free I see the same thing in Him and me I see the same thing in Him and me (Woo) I see the same thing (Same thing) [Outro] (Gangsta—) The heels have eyes, the heels have eyes