Gulag Lyrics

We gon send bro to the Gulag

Big .45 it's gon blow off his durag

They was like "bro why you do that"

Man I had to turn bro to a new pack

On the keyboard, lil bro was straight caps locked

I'm a geek had to test out my new mac

We pull up with some shit off of Black Ops-

Uh, straight off the top of the head

It's Mari Da Goat, knock you off for the bread

Pull up with them clippers and chop off his dreads

I hit him close range so my bottoms was red

Bounce out with that pump, pump an op full of lead

Lil bro gotta hop he got shot in the leg

I'm clutching that glock better watch where you tread

I won't miss no shots cause my glock infared

Bitch I been carrying the game and my shoulders hurt

Ima pull up to yo block just to go berserk

Bitch I'm a demon, you scared better go to church

I'm the most ignorant nigga to roam the earth

Shells in my glock they all filled with the goated curse

Last time I let this bitch blow got yo homie merc'ed

I just put bro in a wood and he on a shirt

The funeral home on yo block getting overworked

Smoke him or his bro, it really depends

He ducked all the shots, we hit up his friends

He crying, he pleading, he wish it was him

But don't worry bitch cause we spinning again

I'm gripping my blick with malicious intentions

Big stick with a kick and the clip is extended

This bitch get to ripping, unclench from yo living

And they gon need chopsticks to pick up his remnants

We gon send bro to the Gulag

Big .45 it's gon blow off his durag

They was like "bro why you do that"

Man I had to turn bro to a new pack

On the keyboard, lil bro was straight caps locked

I'm a geek had to test out my new mac

We pull up with some shit off of Black Ops

Pack a punch in my glock, you get blew back