lirik lagu gissy2high - come slide
[chorus: gissy]
all these b~tches don’t know where i come from
and they know i be carryin gun drums
i’m with lisaa, we finna get lazy
put the ripk in the spliff, this sh~t tasty
if i see a b~tch, then i’ma pack her
they be playin’ for [?], ain’t no lacker
i cannot sell my soul, because i cannot chill in no ghost town
word to
[verse 1: gissy]
why they mad cause i’m smokin’ they dead?
when i walk i keep one in the head
i keep a knocka, shooter in his head
leave a opp n~gga dead with his friends
it get lit if you run up on lisaa
if she hungry for bullets, i’ll feed her
i be pouring the jack by the leter
i’ma eat him out the 2 seater
f~ck [?], why he on my d~ck?
try to talk on mines, you getting hit
jayripk dead, he got put in my spliff
got his name tatted on my~
i don’t even know how n~ggas jack her
she be playin’ around like a actor
and she don’t know n~ggas really track her
and we soon gon’ roll her in a backwood
i be shooting looking for a target
and we dead caught him lackin’ at target
we beat his ass, so finish what you started
jackin’ lil oy, put him in the marley
you don’t do what you claim, so just stop it
if that backdoor open, i’ll lock it
if he throw up the opps, i’ma drop it
if i call lisaa, b~tches gonna flock it
grrah
[verse 2: lisaa]
i’m a g, and they claim they don’t know why
what we screamin’ out? screamin’ out no y
he get shot if he spin through the westside
i don’t care about n~ggas with one eye
i go dumb every time that a opp die
push up on me in a duo, you both die
they lose half of they mans, and they go cry
we gettin’ bread by the minute, thats’ no lie
hollows rip through his lungs, give him cancer
rippy died, n~gga go pick your mans up
in the club, we be throwin the bands up
like the ds, we make opps put they hands up
i don’t look up to n~ggas, y’all know that
say they droppin’ them bodies, don’t show that
i be smokin’ on notti, his own pack
he embarrassed himself, he can’t go back
[chorus: gissy]
all these b~tches don’t know where i come from
and they know i be carryin gun drums
i’m with lisaa, we finna get lazy
put the ripk in the spliff, this sh~t tasty
if i see a b~tch, then i’ma pack her
they be playin’ for [?], ain’t no lacker
i cannot sell my soul, because i cannot chill in no ghost town
word to
[outro]
glah
suck my d~ck
it’s lisa, b~tch
go get back
oyk
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