Astrals Lyrics

Gorilla Glue

Uh, Show a fuck nigga real, bet he copy it

All that smoke in the air, man we popping shit (For real)

To be honest, I can't even fuck with them

All that faking and flodging

That's opp-ing shit

Flex up on my ex, I ain't stopping shit

Flex up for the city, what's popping fam

Lil brudda push up, give you 30 clips

Leave that metal inside you like Iron Man

And I know some niggas who can't keep it real

I know some niggas who deep in the field

Keep it buck, til we touching them mills (Aye)

And still gotta keep that shit real

Smoking that OG, gotta cough

Made me a W, out a lose

You wish you could get it all, fuck a cost

Young nigga made a way like a boss

Still in the hood, trying to take off

Get in the whip, have a race-off (Vrroom, skrrtt, skrrtt)

Money count, money count, money count

If it ain't money, don't come around (Dat Way)

Better stay on track no run arounds

Everybody stare when we come around

And everybody round me with the fuck shit (For real, nigga)

Run off on a nigga, on some dumb shit

(I said)

Either pray to the lord or change up your energy

I popped me a tab, went worldwide

Smoke me some gas, went sky high (You feeling me?)

Fucked up on a cloud, no mile high (Yeah)

Yeah, no mile high

Im fly like a motherfucking jet plane

Currensy talk, The Jet way

Nigga, I don't fuck with school so don't test me

I don't fuck with school so don't test me

Nigga, we running shit, no ESPYs, Nigga

Swear this shit a blessing, nigga (Swear this shit a blessing, nigga)

Lil' Heaven Cent, nigga

Just got the pack now it's time to run up

Don't play with my niggas, not toting for fun

Seen too much, we ain't smoking for none

Lil bro said he'd die by the checks

You know that I'd die by the checks

But let me digress. (Just let me digress)

Zone 6 shit, pray to the lord before I dip (Just let me digress)

.45 on my hip, no I don't play with no shrimps

Working for the best like "No, I want steak with my shrimp"

Whether it's 90 or 60 degrees

We still on the run for that cream

He see fame, wanna switch on the team

Roll another just blowing off steam

(I said)

Either pray to the lord or change up your energy

I popped me a tab, went worldwide

Smoke me some gas, went sky high

Fucked up on a cloud, no mile high

Yeah, no mile high

I'm fly like a motherfucking jet plane

Currensy talk, The Jet way

Nigga, I don't fuck with school so don't test me

I don't fuck with school so don't test me

Nigga, we running shit, no ESPYs, Nigga

Swear this shit a blessing, nigga (Aye, let's go)

Nick Satchel, man