Gully Niggaz

Turn up the headphones a bit Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh shit, legendary Enemies twelve o'clock, enemies fifty-five Tell me who on the block, tell me who is this live (who) Tell me who's on this job, tell me who lives this life Nigga just popped that shot, niggas is dead this time Gully niggas, gully niggas Pull up and we're running niggas Everybody's running 'cause 'Cause a nigga thinks it's playtime Pull up on you dummy niggas We ain't really Rich and Rico But man are getting money niggas Man'll pull up summertime sunshine Pull up with them sunny niggas Man'll just back that pap pap Run up on you bummy niggas Man ain't really into the joke ting Run up on you funny niggas Man'll really cop these burners Couple of these burgers Man ain't really too concerned with What doesn't concern us Man ain't really too confirming None of these vermin I see 'em walking 'round with that trey-pound None of them's turning So disrespectful Feel so disrespected Called up the Six God Phone I got so many flexes And got so many texts-es I'm just waiting for YG My little bro got arrested I went home and I left it I went home and I rested Just wait for the bird call I went home and I nested Wait for the bird call Wait for the bird call Went to the airport Go to commercial Money on the table Money on the table Trent on my phone Coming for the label Coming from a life of danger Running from the angel Music in your bloodclart speaker Coming through the cable Gully niggas, gully niggas Fuck it, fam, I'm bunning niggas We just keep it coming 'cause Niggas been them cunning niggas You hear that gangster shit, son? Yeah Bruv, big disrespect I like that, yeah, yeah, yeah