G.Y.K.
| Title | G.Y.K. |
|---|---|
| Artist | Cottonmouth Scotty |
| Album | Cartel (artist: Scott Smith) |
| Release Date | 2017-01-01 |
| Description | ? |
| Lyrics | Hook I know a bunch of niggas wanna try me A whole lot of niggas wanna try me One of niggas gone try me Which one of y’all niggas gone try me Whoever gone try me gone die today Ain't nothing but these tips gone fly today You gone you gone have to work for my spot today This a warning you try it you say your goodbyes today Verse Ring on every finger but I’m not engaged Ears look normal but i swear i got the gages Ill pull up at ya mommas house and take away hey baby I’m pushing every button to make you G.Y.K Geek geek get yourself killed We houligans You ain't safe on your turf when i come to your field I been shooting this shit so long got carpal tunner Got the wand on me that stick with me I ain't falling off for no muggle i do shit that shouldn’t be named Get yourself killed barking like you run shit over here What is all this talk I’m hollyfield Alright alright well y’all gone learn some shit in hear Place an order i ain't talking bout a meal Won’t stop squeezing till i feel like i ain't amp Hold two guns over my head like I’m the champ That drum all on its own a hundred rounds Swear to god umma scarface every one of these niggas Hook I know a bunch of niggas wanna try me A whole lot of niggas wanna try me One of niggas gone try me Which one of y’all niggas gone try me Whoever gone try me gone die today Ain't nothing but these tips gone fly today You gone you gone have to work for my spot today This a warning you try it you say your goodbyes today Alright homina homina homicide Commas to follow that dollar sign Shoot like i shoot down the autobahn I had shooters in college like columbine Nigga get you whipped into shape like a polygon Nigga you’ll get hit with the barrel and apologize You need to cut it cauterize Got body bags in yo body size Nobody move and nobody dies Get the fuck out of here with that 90’s line Ill do some shit have you soggy eyed Ill show you shit have you traumatized I ain't never gotta say its hood fam till I’m dead Niggas probably want my head Won’t be in yo lap Long as thoughts stay in yo head Ill pull up on you shooting at you Way past when you dead We gone wet you up just because you acting bitch Coming down my street driving police speeds Might be there a while cause we don’t call the police On some Curtis snow shit with out the audience to see Kill you for a dime bag and i got a whole p Its not the product its the principle You might also likeHook I know a bunch of niggas wanna try me A whole lot of niggas wanna try me One of niggas gone try me Which one of y’all niggas gone try me Whoever gone try me gone die today Ain't nothing but these tips gone fly today You gone you gone have to work for my spot today You gone get yoself killed |