gargoyle ft. kaeJai! Lyrics

I'm finna go beat my bitch, (yeah yeah) Bitch ass nigga

Bitch, bitch, bitch We on that gargoyle shit, fool

Gargoyle shit, Twin glocks on me, I pop that shit

New kid onna' block, still fuckin' yo bitch

Yeah I'm counting this bread, I'll ice my wrist

Uh-huh, band man shit

Uh-huh, say band man click

Press up on me, gon' feel this switch

Yeah, I hop out the bed just to make me a hit

Oh yeah, uh, to make me a hit Oh yeah, uh, to make me a hit

Yeah I walked in the trap and these niggas on nic

Niggas broke and they stay in the crib

Nigga go get a job, you'd rather be tellin' a fib, I got this nigga bitch givin' me tips

Two-four-six-eight finna empty the clip

Yeah I walked in the trap and these niggas on nic

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All of my niggas, they high off them drugs

Yeah, I walked in the party, I came for the plug

Oh that's your girl?, she just wanna have fun

Brought a K for a nigga, ain't runnin' from nothin

R34 finna drive to the sun, Man these bitch ass niggas ain't comin' for nothin

Man these bitch ass niggas ain't come for the fame, Walk in the party yo' bitch gettin' tamed

Get the low, what's the ETA, In the coupe with the Drake, puttin' BTA

Yeah, in the coupe with the Drake give em' CTE

Runnin' these streets, niggas wanna be me I been hoppin' on beats since that nigga 13

Yeah I walk in the spot and these bitches on me Yeah, uh-huh

He gettin' killed if I'm rubbed wrong

Yeah, nigga, you fucked with the wrong one, uh-huh

Five-five-six, my long gun, uh-huh He gon' be dead in the long run, yeah

I brought the gang to the stew, so if I'm finna sing, it's a chorus, uh-huh

Yeah, leavin' that boy like a lo-gang pauler, dead in the forest, uh-huh

Ballin' like Wagner, Moritz, uh-huh Sippin' on water, pour it, uh-huh

Runnin' shit bad like Ashton Jeanty Know that I'm runnin' towards it, uh-huh

My lil' bitch like Lil Nas X, she wanna ride my horse, uh-huh

Yeah, if you don't know, now you know, now

Bitch, I'm just like Future, kickin' yo' door, damn, uh-huh

Fat pressure on the glock, shit don't make no sound, uh-huh

Put that shit up in your pocket, nigga, the feds round

Gargoyle shit, Twin glocks on me, I pop that shit

New kid onna' block, still fuckin' yo bitch

Yeah I'm counting this bread, I'll ice my wrist

Uh-huh, band man shit

Uh-huh, say band man click

Press up on me, gon' feel this switch

Yeah, I hop out the bed just to make me a hit

Oh yeah, uh, to make me a hit Oh yeah, uh, to make me a hit

Yeah I walked in the trap and these niggas on nic

Niggas broke and they stay in the crib

Nigga go get a job, you'd rather be tellin' a fib, I got this nigga bitch givin' me tips

Two-four-six-eight finna empty the clip

Yeah I walked in the trap and these niggas on nic

Yeah uh what, yeah uh what, yuh-yeah uh what, yeah uh-uh chat, yu- yeah