Gallery Dept. Lyrics

The bitch can't come on this side, unless he make paper

Just like 'Gallery Dept', 'stop being racist'

Bitch we don't want wok, we looking for quagen

Yo bitch she sucking on top talking bout she want a baby

Ring around the rosie, these choppas sanging

Bitch we all about money we looking for payments

Coming down yo block this chain swanging

Got Glocks wit some switches, niggas banging

Choppa on the seat, these Glocks ain't fazing

My niggas hitting shit, they pop off daily

My niggas really rich they counting paper

Popping percocets, just for my lady

Niggas tryna praise me, these niggas glazin'

Hold on, bitch I'll be right back my phone ranging

Playing with, f,b,g my phone ranging

Niggas be asking for money if I'm not mistaking

Lightning in this pot, just call me 'Raiden'

No 'Titanic' this drank it got me sanking

Bitch playing on this side get turned to bacon

I move hella P, something like Ronald Reagan

He talking bout he want six, then he gotta pay me

Fuck them other whips, we drive Mercedes

On top of the penthouse watching my baby swim just like the Navy

Niggas talking bout pulling Glocks on me, bitch you crazy

He don't got bond, fuck it, hit his baby

Fucking with me, bitch you know I'm 'Brazy'

Riding down yo block with hella Haitians, know we taking

Bitch can't come on this side, inless he make paper

Just like 'Gallery Dept', 'stop being racist'

Looking for the wok, ain't looking for quagen