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Artiste : Rylo Rodriguez
Titre : Gerskiway
Top ski, top Ger, top four
You know what´s goin´ on
(Icey, I´m so sick of you)

I was already sitti´ in my car ´fore she set him up
Damn near bought the same jeans twice, I ain´t even keepin´ count
Girl´s so freaky, said her pussy get wet how the car sound
I gotta keep me a coffee cup like I got a horrible job

I was drowning from that drank, I´m sweatin´ through Celine
I was just mad at my lil´ bitch, she did somethin´ in a dream
She seen the Benz, she´s in traffic, reminded her of me
I got too much money right now, they say I´m outta´ reach

I´m in the black truck like the Pres´, but I can´t get impeached
It´s some niggas that want me dead, but they ain´t got the reach
I´on respect nobody but the feds, everybody else can beat it
One call away, uh, all the day, yeah

Freestyle pourin´ ´til it´s said, don´t think no head can fit in it, yeah
I´m over the pond, might need help, my cup on senior citizen
I got a .5 on every reach, don´t act like shit ain´t careerin´
I´ma think you twelve, if you leave ya gun, I´m clutchin´, Rob Dillingham
Sum´ I never seen was the ho on Earth I ever wanna wife

Movin´ like Edward, pass my finger, I treat it like I´m Uncle Ice

Said he got Wock´, but he wants a K, well to me that´s priceless
I got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin´ ´em out of a line-up
Perc´ kicked in, I´m the chosen one, dance slo-mo like Soulja Slim
Kill y´all hoes, I´m grown as fuck
Play once, I can make hole-in-ones
So many hoes got striked in the club right now, man, I feel like a bowlin´ ball
Can´t have smoke with no nigga, if it ain´t no money, if it ain´t no blood involved

Ayy, ayy, got to brush my shoulder off
She just took off titties and ass the same, she already know what´s up
Swear to God, just told Wham, "We richest now, how the fuck we fallin´ off?"
Young nigga, I´m a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took Tylenol
I just put a bitch up, she say I´m the G.O.A.T., it don´t even bother y´all
Nigga can´t get a response, he´ll get a bullet unless that Glock involved

Them lil´ boys feed lies, stain on ´em, I pop out a fishbowl
A bitch want plain AP, her ear a three-pointer, this shit like a field goal
It´s obvious I got more drip than a boat, still just this year in clothes

That .220 in the moment, I could lose you, like a lil´ remote
They pulled up tried to spin, gotta box ´em in like Bud Crawford
I´m tryna focus on real estate, I´m thinkin´ ´bout buying all the drug houses
These rap nigga get messy, I feel like a ho if I download Clubhouse
These rap nigga get messy, I fuck around and buy ´em a soccer ball

These rap nigga be worse than the hoe who be spilln´ they tea, they love gossip
Hope you know, you´ll never be the main bitch, I´m married to Aunt Jemima
My young niggas got way more Glocks and switches than they got clean boxers