YUNG RO - Gyeah lyrics

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G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah (gyeah)

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah (gyeah)

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah (gyeah)

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah (uh huh)

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah

It's that, damn, Ro, get 'em

(Hey, look)

I ain't battlin' rappers on 1 and 6 in Park man or

Kissin' Puffy's ass on Makin' of the Band

I'm in nobody land, you countin' up grands

With a dime piece ho convincin' her to leave her man

Got a blunt in my hand, X, O, and I'm sippin'

High as fuck I'm trippin' and I ain't trippin'

Pimpin' and I ain't slippin' 'cause slippin' ain't me

'Cause I can't afford a loss, plus slippin' ain't free

I'm a motherfuckin' G, with an O in the front

Trust me slow daddy, you don't want to front

I'm Mr. Nobody man, do what nobody can

Talk nobody slang, it's a nobody thing

They look at me just like I'm nothin'

But speakin' like I'm somethin'

So I greet 'em like it's nothin'

Conceited and I'm rushin'

Back to my business 'cause I'm needed for some questions

I'm all balls, at my desk seated like it's nothing

Got warrants in my mail, I open, read 'em like it's nothing

Got a hungry white lawyer, he goin' eat it like it's nothing

So I get it like it's nothin' and treat it like it's nothing

Two-way ringing, I'm busy, I delete it like it's nothing

I'm readin' and I'm puffin', drinkin' Hennessey

Thinkin' 'bout bitch niggas, and my confused enemies (oh)

What's the problem, j-j-j-j-just scared

Get the fuck out of here, g-g-g-g-g-gyeah

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah

It's King Cooper, get 'em

(Ay, ay)

You say that you want fire come hire the Messiah

You say that there's one higher than Cooper, there's none, liar

I got atheletic compadre's that will run by you

And pitch that white thing in your hand like an umpire

Come try a nigga like me, the flow is so complex

If you hate me don't come, 'cause after that comes plex in a form

Of two ladies who act like they want sex

Put her tongue in your mouth, no, put the heat to your chest, yes

I call them ho-bots, take orders like robots

Then come home with all the dough you got hidin' in your socks

(Gyeah, hold up my mind movin' too fast for me

Let me catch up with myself, gyeah, gyeah)

Head busters lurking where I lurk, put a squirt in that guys shirt

'Cause they know how much I'm worth and go bankrupt if I'm hurt

I'm launchin' that ho that'll go put that iron to that guys shirt

Don't matter where you plant your foot on the Earth, you on my turf

Got boys in Oakcliff that's deep in that drug zone

That will go put that glove on, then go put that snub on

We'll put it to your dome, and we'll miss you when you're gone

It's so hard to say goodbye's in this song

So don't think there's goin' be no apologies

My dough, a lot of G's, plus I know a lot of G's

That'll do it Bebo style and snatch, your Impala keys

No back talkin' nigga, just unload your pockets, please

Do I look like I'll be shortin' you, keep a gat

But next time I'll be short as two

I have you maxin' the blue hue a little more than who

That nigga killa hit a nigga and that boy'll be blue

Like the color blue, you know I'm royal

Somethin' for you I destroy you

Heat so far in your cheek saliva, and your cheek will boil

And I hope your tongue burn, goin' learn that no perm

Can get your head hotter than what I got if my dough turned up

Messin' now with your chick and I ain't goin' leave no sperm

I get in ho's like rooms when the handle on the door turn

You can be an underground rapper, or one with a major deal

He's alright, but he's not Chamill... g-g-g-g-g-gyeah gyeah.

G-g-g-g-g-gyeah, gyeah