Galleria ft. Sinnicyl Lyrics

Gotta thot bitch, she gon' pop up at the Galleria

When she walk in, everybody gotta stop and see her

Bentley hop in, cruising down the street, sipping sangria

I think she Spanish, y ella una perra mala

Yeah, she diverse, her body, she filled with curves, uh

Talking to her, I swear I fumble my words, uh

Fuckin' with her, it's gon' leave you in a hearse, yeah

She fuck with my flow, yeah, she fuckin' with my words, uh

I swear she hot, yeah, it's muy caliente

I run it back, oh yeah, like I'm in a relay

She live in the future, I'm living in the presente

Want her to be my safe space, but she's driving me demente

Break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, we gon' blow it all

She poppin' off on all these haters while she in the mall

She's driving me crazy all up and down this fuckin' wall

But if I need something late at night, then I know who to call

Gotta thot bitch, she gon' pop up at the Galleria

When she walk in, everybody gotta stop and see-

Bentley hop in, cruising down the street, sipping sang-

I think she Spanish, y ella una perra mala

I'ma chase a bag, bitch, I never ever lack

I'ma walk up to the scene, lil' bitch, I brought a couple straps

I'ma walk up to the scene, lil' bitch, I'm heading out the back

Yeah, I'm chillin' with my bitty and we smokin' on some thrax

Yeah, we smokin' and we drinkin', I said we just on a mission

Let me fill up on your titties, baby, I'ma get to lickin

I'ma fuck up on his hoe, nah, you boutta get to lickin

She gon' suck up on his dick, I bet she boutta get to spittin

Fuck you, I'ma get some money, do it on my own

Smoking what, I just smoke the hoe, I smoke it to the dome

We smokin' weed, I just got the peep, do this shit for me

I brought some treats, do this every week, no, you can't take a peek, no

I take some perkys, yeah, they really got me feelin' fuckin' good

I'm boutta fuck up on this bitch, she boutta smoke up on my wood

Yeah, we smokin' on some pressure, bet you wishin' that you could

Yeah, I'm chillin' with Orion, get the bag straight out the mud

Gotta thot bitch, she gon' pop up at the Galleria

When she walk in, everybody gotta stop and see-

Bentley hop in, cruisin' down the street, sipping sang-

I think she Spanish, y ella una perra mala