Lil' Wayne - Goulish (Pusha T Diss) lyrics

rate me

Fuck Pusha T and anybody that love him

His head up his ass, I'mma have to head-butt him

Gut him, Lil Tunechi shit, weak stomach

It's me, LT, like when you heat butter

Old pussy in a can, red is the flag

Fuck with me wrong I'll put your head in your hands

There'd be blood everywhere, I got bloods everywhere

I'mma alien, I hope you ain't the Prince of Bel Air

That's real nigga talk, these niggas speechless

Cut off his arm and leg like I charge for my features

Hammer on my side like I work in construction

Your bitch hit that head so hard we get concussions

Niggas can't see me, not even a glimpse

Too many banana clips, I feel like chimps

South Beach bitch and I tan line stupid

You could find me on Collins like Bootsy

I ain't on no fuck shit, I be on that Truk Fit

Your girl do tongue tricks and you sweeter than one six

All I ever see is Ben Franklin face

I chase the bank, I don't bank with Chase

You fuckin' with some niggas that'll murk y'all

Nigga you softer than a motherfuckin' Nerf ball

Bird call, brr, what happened to that boy?

He was talkin' shit, we put a clap into that boy

Tunechi!