Gitchy Lyrics

Gitchy yah gitchy yeh gitchy yaya

Don't give a fuck what you say

Nigga blah blah

Close to the edge few steps away

hope I dont fall off

I take a L to the face

You know im gone cough

Gitchy yah gitchy yeh gitchy yaya

These nigga hate everyday

Bunchy odd balls

You come for me I get away

And you'll be sawing logs

Thats not my speed thats not my pace

You know I'm gone walk

Gitchy gitchy gitchy yaya

Gitchy gitchy gitchy yaya

Gitchy gitchy gitchy yaya

Gitchy yah gitchy yeh gitchy yaya

Fuck it up

Run it up

Get hit in the face with an uppercut

I'm repping im steppin like duoble dutch

Foot to the pedal said fuck the clutch

Damn

Blazing

The money

I'm saving

My wife's

Amazing

I'm geeked

I'm faded

I said f whatchu' talking bout

I don't know if true but I'm walking out

I don't care what you do but get off the couch

If you don't have a clue check the lost and found

You know that we going round for round

And no we not stopping

Til bodies are dropping

Or until I have to get off the ground

You looking real stupid just like a clown

I'm going to fast let me slow it down.

Slow down til it go around

I'm way too young to make old sounds

Just dropped a load gotta fold now

Two income no role house

We skate off like role bounce

Transformers we roll out

New payment on an old house

Gitchy yah gitchy yeh gitchy yaya

Don't give a fuck what you say

Nigga blah blah

Close to the edge few steps away

hope I don't fall off

I take a L to the face

You know I'm gone cough

Gitchy yah gitchy yeh gitchy yaya

These nigga hate everyday

Bunchy odd balls

You come for me I get away

And you'll be sawing logs

That's not my speed tha'ts not my pace

You know I'm gone walk

Gitchy gitchy gitchy yaya

Gitchy gitchy gitchy yaya

Gitchy gitchy gitchy yaya

Gitchy yah gitchy yeh gitchy yayaya

Gitchy yah gitchy yeh

Like chocolate in my sundae

I am the hero I save the day

Can smell coming from two blocks away

Go to the back and open the safe

Not here for chit chat I'm just tryna get paid

My haircut is jacked I need a new fade

I climb in the back my seats are suede

Damn

What

You know that back with the steeze again

Two locks in sock

Tie it in a knock

And you might not breathe again

Riding top down feel the breeze and wind

Alarm going off but I'm sleeping in

If these words hurt

Then take off your skirt

Do some pushups get some thicker skin

Don't like cooked food without seasoning

Chilling on the porch drinking Seagram's gin

I'm tired of the cold when the season end

Not ready for the pollen gone be sneezing then

Huh

What

Nigga close your mouth

Gitchy yah

What you talking about