Gelato. Lyrics

Ayy, is that the boy Rizzy

I'm stackin' cheese, flow like veeze, Woke up in a different body like Lil Dicky

and Chris Breeze I'm on my grind ain't no time unless it's

time to get that green Talkin' paper, talkin' packs

Grab my strap and take all that Really think he in my section

Need to take a big step back Really watchin' too much NBA

He gon' get his shit packed And for UPS

Lil' boy, stand on shit, I get you packed I'm in the lab, I'm goin' fast

Pour two pints, my cup too fat In the track, I push the pedal goin' fast

Take his ankles, need a map Like a bag, I keep a strap

Wanting smoke, I make it blast I'm too young to have a baby

Yeah, I can't make that shit last I'm too young to have a baby

Yeah, I can't make, uh I'm too young to have a baby

Yeah, I can't make that shit last All my bullets keep a-hauntin

Like that one ghost from the past Only ho that I be chasin

Is the one that's called that bag Only G up in my name

Stands for the green, not for the grime Like a fat man's pants

Yeah, you know my shit be tight Hold my wok, cause I go fast

Cede Lamb and I go right Hold my wrist up, it's a Patek

Watch your eyes, cause it's shit bright Give my love to all the music

So for you, yeah, we can fight