SkinoWorld & GabeLand

Lyrics

[Intro] (J, this shit too crazy) Aye pass that wood, Wock [Verse] Don't talk pape to me nigga, everybody got it Everybody let they guns off we don't know who shot em' Unc said it burned his nose hair, that's how he know it's fire My young nigga drop old niggas, Omar off the wire When I'm off them percocets, ion get tired Them pills fake as hell, I searched them up off of pill finder Bro don't care if the weed trash he gone still buy it Rhuu! You knew that nigga was a rat, why you still sign him? Rhuu! He thought he got away but we still gone find 'em Put my lil niggas on his ass, my lil niggas grimey If we fall off we, can't gеt back cool 'cause I think you slimy If its smoke in the air thеn I'm calling Shotty They like why you calling niggas? He gone catch a body My nigga keep his gun on him like he keep his wallet You be tryna fuck every bitch, I be gettin' guala We can talk about it, set it up if it make some dollars I be tryna tell my niggas chill but they guala, gualas LDG my lil bro'll fuck your baby momma I pay all the bills, I don't have no baby momma drama We got so many K's, like that nigga Osama I can make a call and get him dropped, I'm just like Obama Catch a nigga at a corner store, he don't want no problems I be dressing like I'm rich as hell but i don't got no stylist You know I keep that choppa with me nigga, it's just like my toddler I'm a hood rich nigga, i let my chain dangle Lil bro nem throwing big B's, they some gangbangers Hit his ass with that, it's a game changer He be flashing money in front of hoes, he a lame ain't he I don't even wanna fuck, I want brain baby He can't come around them sack runners if he ain't gang baby GabeWorld and SkinoLand that's the same baby I'm a real nigga, I cannot let the fame change me I'm a Beecher ass nigga, I be talking crazy I done fell off before man that shit made me You better put that money up, 'cause that shit gone save you I can't work for nobody, man that shit like slavery You can't let a nigga hoe you, they gone think it's gravy Soon as your ass get some money she wanna have your baby Imma keep trapping hard like Eastside 80 You keep fucking all the fiends you gone have a Eastside baby [Outro] That nigga keep fuckin all the fiends That nigga gone have a Eastside baby man Baby gone be from the Eastside Ion know 'bout yall but our Eastside fucked up That's where the fiends at Yung Sack Runner