CILLIAN - Gauze

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Told S4 kweff his dome
Out on the ride, not getting home
Look
Remember that day when he left his bro?
Told S4 kweff his dome
Out on the ride, not getting home
Cah try grab him see, oh no (Woah)
How did the gang just blow?
Feds in the ride like twice, it’s old
F-f-free SD locked in the can
Way too loose, he can never be told
Trap, mash and invest in poles
Ta-ta-talk bare shit on the net but I’ve never seen someone less involvd
Hold, beef can never resolv
I’m out on the street tryna get it solved
Real ones live, all the fake ones fold
I’m wonderin' why they ever enrolled
How can you talk on the gang when you know damn well that you haven’t scored?
Us man need a Ballon d’Or for all of the times these talons tore
If we saved, I’ll pour all of the blood we spilt then you’d see gallons pour
Violence, havoc, war
That’s what I’ve got a passion for
Been on the ride tryna crash and score
We saw, he dashed of course
Very next day we were back on tour
Four dead opps, tryna package more
If you get us caught, I’ll splash with force
Cores, I will do that for sure
And if the yute looks too lively, you can cash that’s slappin' more
They see us in dashin' doors
Best hope dot-dot packin' gauze
I don’t see no opps with heart, that shit’s too rare like plastic straws
They see us in dashin' doors
Best hope dot-dot packin' gauze
I don’t see no opps with heart, that shit’s too rare like plastic straws
I hear them rap but I swear it’s lies
Had to burn my shoes
Now I’m in JD tryna ask in their in size
Ai
If your get dies
Big ZK on my hip but why them think I can never chat shit 'bout size?
If I hit the match stick, it lights
You don’t wanna come last
Run quick and hide
My bro ain’t MizOrMac but the kid still tap
He’ll grip and ride
Like, gyally on different vibes
Said she loves suck dick, this bitch is live
She more wet than the slip and slide
If she don’t take dick tell her bitch, it’s bye
He get got with a kitchen knife
Ride out from six, 'til the switch is nine
Ride out, right now then again that’s day
Hundred percent of attempted K
If not, then they ran in an estate
Tryna drench him then swing at his mate
If a opp try stay, admit he’s brave
I lied, he didn’t, he pays
Big ting on my hand, let’s give him a taste
Feds on man, this lyric is bait
How many times have we been around there?
That’s a bit cliché
But the gang’s done way more dirt than you know of just because we don’t say
They know that we don’t play
Get and if we catch up it’s breathing fades
Should’ve seen his face, make sure the rambo’s cleanin' K’s
Make sure the rambo’s cleanin'
Make sure the rambo’s cleanin' K’s