"GYBB" lyrics

"GYBB"

Что шумишь, берёзонька?
Let's get one thing straight
You niggas is in the streets, not me (Что грустишь ты, милая?)
You do street shit (Было счастье)
I make money, there's a difference (И промчалось)
Don't come to me with no goofy, ghetto shit (Птицей быстрокрылою)
I'm racist, and I don't like that (Только боль осталася)
Shh, bunch of fuckin' fund boys, yo
You try to put it on you like you them, it's like (Птицей быстрокрылою)
Them niggas got a perfect example to draw from, you know?

Back in this whip like the '70s, bitch
Spray the cologne, better pepper me, bitch (Uh)
I see you stalking, just step to me, bitch
I don't give no fuck, she sucking that dick
I hit it once, you cannot be my bitch
Niggas be billionaires fucking on kids
She on my dick likе she spinning for tips
The bitch don't know what I give, woah
Haha, pfft, pfft
Evеrything I spit about it is still in effect
Eighty on my wrist with your roof on your neck
Niggas don't respect when you show 'em respect (Never)
Show 'em a pic of my dick in they ex
Yo' bitch a catastrophe, we got her vexed
When I'm deep in it, making faces like she hexed
Seventy-seven, I got the keys in the jet
Who is you reppin'? These wannabes wanna act
Bitches be tempting, it's like some cheese to a rat
Everything effortless, getting cream from the raps
Some of you niggas don't really know how to act
Some of you bitches be getting pinned to the mat
All in the family, I keep a bunk with the ratchet
CNA bitches be gettin' thumped, it's a habit

Let's go

Niggas be bred for the art school
Fucking yo' bitch for the sport like Barstool
Niggas'll copy and paste you
Then they get mad when they cannot outpace you
My hoes know how to bait you
Chase that bitch boy, I will not race you

Get your bitch back, nigga
Только боль осталася
Птицей быстрокрылою


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