"Todd Gurley" lyrics

[DJ:]
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I be over shit (I be over)
Treat a model bitch just like a Doberman (Like a Dober')
Sayin' this your ho, never broke the bitch (Never broke her, Matt Brick$)
Laughin' while I kill niggas on some Joker shit (Like a Joker)
Put an eighth in my 'Wood on some smoker shit (Smoker shit)
Makin' snaps all in Fendi, what'd you get, though? (What'd you get?)
Niggas signin' for the same shit we hit for (This nigga stupid)
All the clubs play our shit when we ain't there, though (We ain't there)
Black double-R flyin' like a scarecrow (Flyin' like a scarecrow)
Yeah, we really them niggas, this ain't make-believe (Yeah, this shit real)
Flashin' blues in the camera, I ain't sayin' cheese (I ain't sayin' cheese)
All these buttons in my pants, yeah, they stable piece (All these motherfuckin' buttons)
All this ice on my body like a Maple Leaf (Maple Leaf)
Jesus Christ on my feet, how much you pay for these? (Jesus Christ)
Keep killin' all these niggas, I can't take it easy (Take it easy)
Niggas couldn't take my bitch if I make her leave (Make her leave)

[Jeeezy:]
Nigga can't take my bitch, but I hope he do (I hope he do)
Got a blower in my pocket, what you tryna do? (What you tryna do?)
Why you worried 'bout this dick if I ain't fuckin' you?
Killers with me, if I nod, then he finna shoot (Finna shoot)
I got bitches throwin' ass like I'm Uncle Luke (Uncle Luke)
Fear of Gods on me, I'm afraid of these ('Fraid of these)
I keep fuckin' up the game like a referee (Every time)
Flexin' on these lil' niggas like I'm Hercules (Lil' nigga)
Ride around with Todd Gurley, this the thirty piece (Thirty piece)
Feet bleedin', they like, damn, it's an emergency (Goddamn)
Niggas lyin', tellin' they bitch they never heard of me (Hell nah)
Said she never popped a pill, took a Perc' with me (Took a Perc' with me)
All these Franklins in this bitch, I got Kirk with me (I got Kirk)
Dropped a four in the deuce, I'm on Mercury (I'm high)
Told 'em let me hold the blower, they ain't searchin' me (They ain't searchin' me)
Three bands for a verse or you can't work with me (Hell nah)

[DJ:]
Told her, "If I fuck you good, don't be lurkin' me" (Don't be lurkin')
She said, "If I suck it good, can you Birkin me?" (Hell nah)
Ridin' 'round with a Drac', I got Durk with me (I got Durk)
Cullinan, paper plates, police searchin' me (Niggas layin')
We them niggas ridin' 'round in Wraiths and shit (Wraiths)
She want them BucksClan chains in her face and shit (In her face)
Bend her over, I'm in deep, yeah, she takin' it (Yeah she talkin' it)
I ain't even got no time for no basic bitch (Never none)
You ain't tryna get no money, what you doin' then? (Fuck you doin'?)
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred, we ain't shootin' twos again (We ain't shootin' twos)
I was tryna skate, ripped my Runners, I need shoes again (Ripped my shoes)
Balenciaga store, they like, "Oh, hey, it's you again" (Oh, hey, it's you)
You ain't got them bands for a verse, I can't do it then

[Jeeezy:]
Way too many bitches know this crib, I'm finna move again (Finna move again)
Were these niggas ever on the block in a Cullinan? (Only ones)
Told your baby mama better not stop, I'm finna cum again (Don't stop)
Every time the Clan have a show, bitches chargin' in (Bitches chargin' in)
Yeah, you know we came for them bands how we marchin' in (God)
Lil' bro got a Don '42, ain't no juice and gin (Hell nah)
These niggas playin' like they scared, coach, put me in (Put me in)
I'ma shoot the last shot, we can't lose again (We can't lose again)
I just popped a whole Perc', feel like Megaman (Feel like Megaman)
He said he a real nigga, why you tellin' then? (Goddamn)
Tellin' all my old hoes I'm a better man (Better man)

[DJ:]
She don't got no edges, I can't let her in (I can't do it)
Three bitches, one of me, they keep jumpin' in (Yeah, they jumpin')
I got bags for the low, I can't front 'em in (I can't front 'em, Matt Brick$)
Louis Vuitton on my toe, yeah, I'm stompin' in (Yeah, I'm stompin')