Gerudo (Single Version) Lyrics

Aye, yeah I'm on time

Bands like the braces in my mouth cause they drawn tight

The only time hoes eating is the last bite

Beef like a test over eyes cause it's on sight

Why the fuck do y'all love having phone fights

Like the only time y'all can talk if it's on live

I might throw a G at her face if the dome right

Niggas on my dick get in place, it's a long line

Yeah, I know you proud of me

I got a peacemaker, but I'm giving out anxiety these

Hoes tryna get me trapped, I'm the prodigy

I feel like Chris Brown with Yo Bitch Give me privacy Okay

Aye, I think I'm sly with it

Steady walking 'round with that gun, you gone die with it

Cut dawg spreading pape, but it's my chicken

Got a Fly ticket, Niggas probably think I fly Spirit

Ahh, Finna act out

I feel like cash kidd, I'm the Cash Cow

Back then, My shit was trash but it's gas now

I know a couple hoes I then passed throwing ass now

Aye look at how the roles switched

What I hate is hoes that be tripping over old shit

I pop a couple eddies, I'm feeling high as pluto

I'm the realest nigga in the city, I'm gerudo

Do yo research

You can hear me when I'm done talking like it's reverb

Yeah, cause I'm that hot

Diamonds all White, hate blacks like a Bad Cop

Me and gang balling hard, We the Fab 5

She ride slow on a nigga with a fast life

Vez get you right with a full strap

If y'all niggas having chicken fights, I'm the world champ

In other words, know My money long

Dip OT, get the Bag, then we coming home

I was down bad trapping out a bungalow

Til I got some buffalos 'bout a month ago okay

Shit, Now I'm on time

I be counting Hundreds down to Fives probably all Night

Feeling Mix Matched, Prada shoes with some Off White

Feel like Kobevez, Every single day the bosslife

Fuck what the cost like

Chain give me frostbite

Alright Yeah, I'm feeling jacked up

Tana got a nigga smacked up tryna act tough

How the fuck you looking for the green with some bad luck

Yeah, Make it make sense

Out here paying Thirty for a Eighth, but I paid Ten

Only time I'm making friends, If we make bands

Tryna say the most we can probably do is shake hands

Alright, Yeah, I think I'm on something

I cannot be present at the moment ain't no hoes coming

He then got his life took, Tryna fold something

Asked for a band, gave her dick, tryna blow something

Alright, I made the beat switch

Niggas need to learn to mind yours on my meat stick

Had to scam a nigga for the Feat, sending weak shit

She had threw the pussy for the free how that link hit Huh