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letra de gerskiway - lucki, rylo rodriguez & veeze

[intro: lucki]
top ski, top ger, top four
you know what’s goin’ on
(icey, i’m so sick of you)

[verse 1: veeze]
i was already sitti’ in my car ‘fore she set him up
d-mn near bought the same jeans twice, i ain’t even keepin’ count
girl’s so freaky, said her p-ssy get wet how the car sound

[verse 2: lucki]
i was drowning from that drank, i’m sweatin’ through celine
i was just mad at my lil’ b-tch, she did somethin’ in a dream
she seen the benz, she’s in traffic, reminded her of me
i got too much money right now, they say i’m outta’ reach
i’m in the black truck like the pres’, but i can’t get impeached
it’s some n-ggas that want me dead, but they ain’t got the reach
, everybody else can beat it
one call away, uh, all the day, yeah

[verse 3: rylo rodriguez]
freestyle pourin’ ’til it’s said, don’t think no head can fit in it, yeah

i got a .5 on every reach, don’t act like sh-t ain’t careerin’

sum’ i never seen was the ho on earth i ever wanna wife

[verse 4: veeze]
said he got wock’, but he wants a k, well to me that’s priceless
i got these hoes lined up like suspects, pickin’ ’em out of a line-up
perc’ kicked in, i’m the chosen one, dance slo-mo like soulja slim

play once, i can make hole-in-ones
so many hoes got striked in the club right now, man, i feel like a bowlin’ ball
can’t have smoke with no n-gga, if it ain’t no money, if it ain’t no blood involved

[verse 5: lucki]
ayy, ayy, got to brush my shoulder off
she just took off titties and ass the same, she already know what’s up
swear to god, just told wham, “we richest now, how the f-ck we fallin’ off?”
young n-gga, i’m a rich junkie, take real medicine, never took tylenol
i just put a b-tch up, she say i’m the g.o.a.t., it don’t even bother y’all
n-gga can’t get a response, he’ll get a bullet unless that glock involved

[verse 6: rylo rodriguez]
them lil’ boys feed lies, stain on ’em, i pop out a fishbowl
a b-tch want plain ap, her ear a three-pointer, this sh-t like a field goal
it’s obvious i got more drip than a boat, still just this year in clothes
that .220 in the moment, i could lose you, like a lil’ remote
they pulled up tried to spin, gotta box ’em in like bud crawford

these rap n-gga get messy, i feel like a ho if i download clubhouse

[verse 7: veeze]
these rap n-gga be worse than the hoe who be spilln’ they tea, they love gossip

- lucki rylo rodriguez veeze

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