again ft. Young Jay & YPG Lyrics

(I got Gelato, this shit here loud)

(I got Gelato, this shit here loud, my niggas slime we shootin' the crowd)

I got Gelato, this shit here loud

My niggas slime, we shootin' the crowd

Tryna reach on the gang, we ain't callin' a foul

We ain't pumpin' a fake, he get shot outta bounds

I just ordered a pint 'cause I needed it now

We up on the score, we ain't throwin' a towel

That bitch hit me I forgot what it 'bout

Fuck that, I'm tryna end in her mouth

I got bitches all over the globe tryna fuck with the kid

I got two twin Glocks from the crib, I ain't totin' FN

He tryna talk 'bout the gang then we spin

I bet his homies won't say it again

Heard he wanted smoke, I'm just wonderin' when

My niggas soldiers not regular men

My niggas soldiers, not regular niggas

He cop a plea, when I grip on the trigger

I'm going up, they say I'm getting bigger

Big bag szn, too real it got realer

Beat on my chest like I'm a gorilla

My niggas some apes they don't play 'bout the skrilla

He think he tough, drown his ass in the river

These niggas soft, sum close to a pillow

I go for the win like I'm Damian Lillard

I want the gold, give a fuck 'bout the silver

Boy you a bitch, take a look in the mirror

We blowin' loud got six in the rear

If I hit a opp, then the coast gone' be clear

I'm sippin' Wockhardt, ion drink beer

Like rabbits these carrots jump outta my ear

Pulled up in a Charger, hopped out on a leer, ah

Hoe please get the fuck out my face

I got a lawyer that clean up the case

We caught some bodies that they couldn't trace

I ain't slowing down, need to pick up the pace

G-Star denim, what I wear on my waist

Yeah I'm tryna fly and go tour all the states

We sprayed his block, came equipped with the mace

I got Gelato, this shit here loud

My niggas slime, we shootin' the crowd

Tryna reach on the gang, we ain't callin' a foul

We ain't pumpin' a fake, he get shot outta bounds

I just ordered a pint 'cause I needed it now

We up on the score, we ain't throwin' a towel

That bitch hit me I forgot what it 'bout

Fuck that, I'm tryna end in her mouth

I got bitches all over the globe tryna fuck with the kid

I got two twin Glocks from the crib, I ain't totin' FN

He tryna talk 'bout the gang then we spin

I bet his homies won't say it again

Heard he wanted smoke, I'm just wonderin' when

My niggas soldiers not regular men

Spent twenty racks on a brand new release

I want Patek, but my goal the Phillipe

Unload the clip bitch (Shh)

Pressure applied, imma leave that boy ass in the street

I switch a fo' do' to a McLaren

This bitch say I'm basic, but I got 'em starrin'

You must be embarrassed I'm really not caring

If I'm in the spot, they treat me like a terrorist

It ain't no breaks on this road I'm on

Stay out the mix, I rather be alone

They say I'm trippin' I'm outta my dome

I said you down bad, dead wrong

I think you needa, come 'round

All of thinkin' n shit got thinkin'

Thoughts in my cup got too much when I'm drinkin'

She slow it down and I'm actin' up

I turn around, she take the whole how she like that?

And I'm feeling cold, I'm finna just come right back

Running what you wanna do? asking me just like that

How you get a heart break, and then give it right back

(Yeah, yeah)

(Get a heart break, then give it right back)

(Yeah)

(Right back, yeah)