G.Y.L.O.

LETRA

G.Y.L.O.

Get your freak on, (3x)
Yeah yeah yeah oh yeah yeah

What the f*** you a snitch, Fuck with me read the lick
Gorgeous body with a pretty ass face
I don't give a f*** bitch I'll be hittin' anyway
Get the bag, get the work, squirt the gat, no lackin' bruh
Rich rap ni*** really want to start a problem
Pissed off a ni*** wanna solve him
Pow pow roll ni*** I'm ballin'
Bitch ass niggas I don't like when you be ballin
Cause I'm a real ni*** and we never been to college
Real niggas stay up in the gutter where we came from
Teachin' them little mother fuck*** how we came up, stayed up
Gotta a little rich, got a bitch and then we made love
These wack niggas, trill niggas, on the rise
New bitch saw me then she spazzed, told her calm down
Thats your ni*** well your my bitch
Bust down on the couch bust that bitch
Fuck that f*** that, f*** that
Hallelujah to my niggas who made it all alone now
Aiming when we shootin' and we shootin' a few rounds
And we stay low, keep em goin' for a few rounds
Get our money up and never say a word
Smoke that shit and collect them birds

I peaked my cellular I see your chick she callin' me
I skrt in Benzs windows tinted, she wanna swallow me
If you a basic bitch, then girl don't even bother me
Bitch I'm grown Bitch I'm grown, 20 years hit the floor
Throw that ass for manager, throw that ass for my D.J
New bitches in my passenger, west side my neighborhood
Bitch I'm grown Bitch I'm grown, 20 years hit the floor
Bitch I'm grown Bitch I'm grown, 20 years hit the floor

Bitch niggas be lying, dying for nickle bags
And bitches still be callin' me ugly and say they wouldn't f*** me
Still got that flare I got that juice
When I first pull that trigger
Real magic sticker no fifty but bet that nine hit cha
I call my homie like 'Homie' ('What up?')
'I need a couple grams, so I can be the man solely' ('I gotcha')
See I ain't into pictures, I ain't into fuc*** hoes, (Not really)
See I am just into women stripping, taking off their clothes
I suppose I'll speed it up, and still I beat it up
Pussy the tree for us I'll beat it up
D-wade three way act, Bill Withers lean on us
I clean shit up, bitch you on my bus, bitch you on my bus
You get this work, flip that work for dirt, you know whats's up

'Oh my fuc*** god Royal, we did it, we fuc*** did it.'