GATOR ft. Man of Many Hats Lyrics

Oh Shit

Ugh

This that pour the Henny on a machete and slice a pig

Cuz they gave my nigga plenty

You wit me grab a gun we got plenty

The drum on this one make tsunamis buck

I call her Susie hurricane

She German made but only niggas play

I couldn't hoop

Only had 2 to choose from

I Made a way rapping bout all the shit we did and grew from

Living gruesome

Scouting casinos for the unlucky like nigga we won

All praise my pistol and my inner monster

Kept alive able to pivot when the reaper thought he prospered

They tend to harp on my decade of sin

Evidence kept within

But the trenches tend to level when I'm off the gin

Louis's duffle wit the high top p's

Another flight

Another stage

Another mic left in ecstasy

See they ain't trust the vision

Cuz I don't use a pen for these beat incisions

So I'm step-in in this bitch like my shit don't stank

Money growing on sequoia

Pull a the trigger no blink on my tee thats Yoshinoya

One of a kind mix the jerk power with the Goya

I be all over them borders

All different type of lawyers

All we know is rap sell crack and play ball

Boom a nigga if he short wit my money cuz I stand tall

Loooooord

OUUUHHHHH It's a stick up stick up