Gille da Kid - Shoot 1st текст песни

Gillie, soon the chef to be,
the way I cook crack they wanna know my recipe.
Stay strap, carry gats, till the death of me.
Count stacks, that my specialty,
see, my ice is heavy, im killin the scene
see see, my paper is dirty, your money is clean,
but uh, your money is jingle my money is green,
took an hour just to count it for the money machine!
Ya doubt, im bout it
I never ride 2 deep in that coupe,
its too crowded, just me n my girlfriend.

The pearl .45 spin your round like a whirlwind,
the .645 double back outcha girlfriend.
Period was on I was like “fuck it it worth it”
she gobbled the dick, swallowed the shit,
then turned around n spit some shit out the window,
then turned to me n asked can she hit the indo,
im like “Whaaaa?” you outcha mind you bimbo bitch,
get out my car its that simple bitch!
Holla back




Thanks to bolete