Giggs – Gully N****z Lyrics

Giggs – Gully N****z Lyrics
Gully N****z
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    "Gully N****z." - Giggs

    Album: Wamp 2 Dem
    Track No: 01
    Turn up the headphones a bit
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Oh, shit, legendary
    Enemies twelve o'clock
    Enemies fifty five
    Tell me who on the block
    Tell me who is this live? (Who?)
    Tell me who's on this job
    Tell me who lives this life? (Who?)
    **** just popped that shot
    **** is dead this time (Dead)
    Gully ****, Gully ****
    Pull up and we're runnin' ****
    Everybody's runnin' cause
    That's what happens when you summon **** (Yeah)
    'Cause a **** thinks it's playtime
    Pull up on you dummy ****
    We ain't really Rich and Rico
    But man are getting money **** (Money)
    Man'll pull up summertime, sunshine
    Pull up with them sunny **** (Sunny)
    Man, I met a badman Top Boy
    Pull up with them sully **** (Sully)
    Man'll just back that pap, pap
    Run up on you bummy **** (Bummy)
    Man ain't really into the joke ting
    Run up on you funny ****
    Man'll really cop these burners
    Couple of these burgers (Yeah)
    Man ain't really too concerned with
    What doesn't concern us
    Man ain't really too confirming
    None of these vermin
    I see 'em walking around with they trey pound
    None of them's turnin'
    So disrespectful ('spectful)
    Feel so disrespected ('spected)
    Called on the sixth God
    Phone just connected
    I got so many flexes
    And got so many text-es
    I'm just waiting for YG
    My little bro got arrested (Yeah)
    I went home and I left it (Left it)
    I went home and I rested (I rested)
    Just wait for the bird call
    I went home and I nested
    Wait for the bird call
    Wait for the bird call
    Went to the airport
    Go to commercial
    Money on the table (Table)
    Money on the table (Table)
    Trent on my phone (Yeah, yeah)
    Coming for the label (Yeah)
    Coming from a life of danger
    Running from the angel
    Music in your blood clot speaker
    Coming through the cable
    Gully ****, Gully **** (Gully)
    Fuck it fam, I'm burning ****
    We just keep it coming 'cause
    **** been them cunning ****
    You hear that gangsta shit son?
    Yeah
    Pretty much
    A big disrespect
    I like that, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Writer(s): Jason Thompson.

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