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letra de suv - kay guss

[intro: kay guss] sheeesh, glaaaa laa laa
glaah glahhh
doo doo doom

sheesh
glaa glaa glahh glahh, glahh glahh
ghost gang ghost gang
booom!, boom! gtm!

[chorus 1: kay guss]
b-tch im in the suv
bulletproofed up
cant even see thru the tints
if we catch a opp
that’s a sos
leaving his brains on strip
tell the teller gimme the 50’s
all these blue faces
they think im a crip
all i know is grindtime
get the money
n-ggas watching face
get up off my d-ck!

[verse 1: kay guss]
i done took losses f-ckin w the pros
but i made it back in the same week
betta keep a pole
dont be talking hot
when you on my block
thinkin sh-t sweet
stuff a f-cking 8th of gumbo
in a spliff
crack a pint of red
feeling like a tresh
im been up for days
waiting the drops
up at 4 o’clock
i can’t even sleep
i know she a bop
smoochie acting meek
it don’t take allot
she gone let me beat
i be talking hot
cause i keep the heat
run up on me boww!!
he gone be a piece
hallows hit his chest
now its hard to breathe
had to slime him out
make that n-gga wheez
she wanna ooter in her hole
but i gotta go
f-ck it imma make her eat
i done made 20k off a stock
put it in the trap
made it triplepeat
i know your grandma told you
be wise!
we make a stand up n-gga
take a seat!
only on my glizzy
where i keep attachments
don’t get attached
cause i dont gotta heart
i cant slow down
they know im like lightning
up that b-tch and let it spark!
[chorus 2: kay guss]
b-tch im in the suv
bulletproofed up
can’t even see thru the tints
if we catch a opp
that’s a sos
leaving his brains on strip
tell the teller gimme the 50s
all these blue faces
they think im a crip
all i know is grindtime
get the money
n-ggas watching face
get up off my d-ck

[verse 2: kay guss]
i done seen alotta n-gga
turn food
i keep coppin plate
cause i gotta eat
they dont ever slide
they just on beats
b-tch i got aim
all i need is 3
all black nasty forces
for the feets
i got vet scars
i been in the streets
but im ghost gang
imma say the least
cant love a bopaalop
im getting breshh
tell all these cappin rapper’s
tell the truth
no lacking
gotta keep a stick up in the booth
not mine
but i f-ck ha p-ssy till it loose
not selling by the line
the f-ck you mean a duece
lv just to
hold the glizzy on the waist
they not rocking lv
these n-ggas dripping bape
tell the opps come spin
before its too late
i remember chasing opps
they jumping over gates

any beat that im on
i go dumb
her p-ssy wack
imma f-ck with my thumb
my favorite gun is the mac
laa laa laa
no rupumm pumm pumm
glocc be kickin
it feel like a pump
thought he was bout it
now he freezing up
i could neva fold
money coming in
went an got a pole
but he never spin
biitch i love my gang
really times 10
gtak ghostgang
for the win
hop out the sprinter
with beams on em ars and glocks
ready for war when we bend
clip fully loaded im ready to send
grindtime for life man this sh-t till the end!
if you chillin with the opps
you could get shot!
like buck said it’s
g to the m!

glaaa laaaa laaa laaa!

[outro: kay guss]
shessssh! ganggang ganggang laaa laaa laa!

gtm, get the money

- kay guss

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