GRAY TIL I DIE ft. Pella daGoat Lyrics

North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die

Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind

You know it's North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die

Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind

Aye, it's that R-O-M-E-G-E-O-R-G-I-A, that's where I'm from

You can catch me on the south side of Lindale down in them slums

And it's gray flags with these body bags, I give these bitches a run

Yeah, you know that I'm gon' kill the scene, it's all gon' be red rum

Fuck it, boy, hey, try me up and if You Live, you gon' be lucky, boy

Aye, I'ma size you up and give your ass something to remember when I get back again

My heart be cold like the end of December, yeah, tell your friends

Aye, matter of fact, I'm goin' to jail again, nah, I ain't ever goin' back to hell again

Nah, I don't smell ya, man, but I ain't with all them dog pounds, I can't tell you nun

Aye, fuck it, boy, you know I be with the ghosts, and that's why I keep my face pale

Y'all talk the most, but y'all gotta hit that state cell

Cause y'all motherfuckers would probably go sit on the stand

While I be standing on my seven, and whack a bitch on demand, it's G Seven

North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die

Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind

You know it's north, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die

Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind

This that G-E-O-R-G-I-A, Bellwood Heights, is where I stay

They got stacks on deck, no one to fade, that's

U-P-T, shit, choppa play

Boy C Town, the hardest, we shoot regardless

Put a red dot on your white tee, bitch, you a mascot for Target

If you want it, gone and start it, we see more beef than Arby's

I ain't never tucked my tail, I showed up on your porch, retarded

Loco, juedo, chasing pesos, my boy Pedro got that payload

On the way from Cross the Border, It gon' come through in a quarter

Don't text me bout the order, call me once and I'll call back

She not my child, I can't support her, I was raised on Project Pat

I ain't dating hoes or saving hoes and I ain't paying for no pussy

Don't get pushy, cause you coming incorrect, will get you smoked like this Kushy, bitch

This shit too easy, bitch, believe me, ain't no question why we winning

Ain't no questions if you listened, if they didn't, fuck em, spin em

I can't fake it or pretend it, bitch, I always been authentic, call me Pella daGoat

Lil' cracker, cold as fuck, just like Christmas, bitch

North, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die

Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind

You know it's north, fucking side, bitches, it's gray till I die

Gotta keep a burner on me, I got murder on my mind

Cwa to the mother fucking grave, sixteen six lmf, pale face shit, y'all know what the fuck going on,

No love straight hate, this shits real that shits fake, real pale face riders shit