Gingy Lyrics

Baby don't wait for me under the mistletoe I don't got time for a kiss

I'm cold in the summer but more in the winter, when writing I can't even miss

Grind by the year, my work it accumulate man, I don't need a wish

Count all my blessings, and it don't matter what food, I'm cleaning my dish

To all the bakers that cook in the industry, yeah I got something to say

Where's the uniquity too many similes all hopping off of one tray

All of the chains, whips, rings, bitches you give your praise

Come from the template of modern philosophy copied and copied again

Gingy, all of his brothers are with he

Why do we look all the same

Hop out the oven three fifity

Woah woah

Too hot, we gonna make all the gums drop

Cookie cut in all our ways

Griddy our way off the stove top

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Gingy, tryna go fuck on a missy

Better go brush up your rizz

Don't want to miss out on pussy

Woah woah

No shot, go on and add to the blood clot

Blocking the cut of the game

While all of the talent can go rot

We the bacteria

Infect with my sound, you know it's the phage

Started at dons, for minimum wage

Now in the present I'm pushing the rage

My name ain't Johnny, but I'm out the cage

Dream of the M, and right now a K

Is all I deposit at my current age

Red eye like Kano, I'm high up for days

Heat up like Kotal I hit with the rays

Look to LaFlame, I continue to blaze

Off of the Lucy I'm way out of phase

Don't forget they gonna hit you with choppers

Blood on the surface you red like a lobster

Bikini bottom you Larry's imposter

Off him right quick add yourself to the roster

Cross

Going on tangents, can't help but preach 'em

Feeling my mind, just dance out of sequence

Kick off the ball and throw in the defense

Yeah Yeah

Learn from my ways, should repent at the steeple

Work for me now and one day for a my people

Two two a movie and two three the sequel

Syde Syde

Smoke on gelato, my lung feeling swampy

Rule my city bitch, I'm the young Pompey

Good with the pen, you should call M'bappe

Wooooooo

Breaking me down, I'll just pick up the pieces

Peaking my game innovate like I'm Yeezus

If there's a heaven, I'm dabbing up Jesus

Gingy, all of his brothers are with he

Why do we look all the same

Hop out the oven 350

Woah woah

Too hot, we gonna make all the gums drop

Cookie cut in all our ways

Griddy our way off the stove top

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Gingy, tryna go fuck on a missy

Better go brush up your rizz

Don't want to miss out on pussy

Woah woah

No shot, go on and add to the blood clot

Blocking the cut of the game

While all of the talent can go rot

Gingy, all of his brothers are with he

Why do we look all the same

Hop out the oven 350

Woah woah

Too hot, we gonna make all the gums drop

Cookie cut in all our ways

Griddy our way off the stove top

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Gingy, tryna go fuck on a missy

Better go brush up your rizz

Don't want to miss out on pussy

Woah woah

No shot, go on and add to the blood clot

Blocking the cut of the game

While all of the talent can go rot