GGO Kurt - Envy Lyrics
Hook:
These niggas jealous I know that they envy me light his ass up like a Christmas Tree
This g-l-c-k it hold fifty I up on that nigga he pissed down his denim jeans
Long live my ? thats gone I swear that they stick with me
T-t-b-g-g-o all them young nigga that’s round me they throw up them billy B’s
Verse:
Young nigga stay in the field for that sack and they totin 2 nines like JJ Watt
In the back of the trap with the pack on my back and the strap in my lap hold fifty shots
Heard you got a few packs we gon lay yo ass down everything in yo spot gon be emptied out
I threw away all of my pens and pencils I’m tryna go down a different route
I’m still on the block where they know not to fuck with me for all my opps it’s still up for me
Imma stand on the stage with them nigga grew up with me in a few we live in luxury
Try to reach for my shit must be stupid as fuck like im o-t-b yeah they gon bust for me
Long live Lulu this c-m-p shit all these young niggas round me scoot up for free
Boy these streets crazy as fuck try to come to my side and you know we gon rock out
B-g confusing as fuck cause when we gon slide the opps never pop out
Every time a opp die we gon celebrate
Fighting four cases I feel like a heavyweight
Reach for my shit better not hesitate
Imma up it and bust it he thought he was getting away
Still in the field like im kicking for Fifa these summer streets hot like a dinner plate
Still I done bought four Ferrari’s and still riding round with four 2’s on the interstate
That’s 12 hit the gas I ain’t hitting the brake
Moonwalk on the stage if I can’t bring the Glock with me
Every show we hit the stage like a hockey tape
Every beat I get on turn to a lottery
Lil bitch skinny petite and she pretty
I’m walking around with the dick in my skinny’s you know we gon scoot till its empty
Watch I hop out the cut slidin a k with a k and you know I got big huncho with me
We ain't worried bout no opps we invested in weapons I bet this x-d make him feel it
I got tired of the hustle start snatching and jacking I’m tryna go up to the ceiling
Won’t stop until we hit the feds or a million
Feel like I got luck ballin like Andrew Wiggins
Been balling too hard might get beat by the pistons
Yo hoe she gon fuck with the nigga who winning
Lord forgive me I fell in these streets and start sinning
True to me I get the bands and I spend it
G-g-o diss on the gang and we spinnin
Hook:
These niggas jealous I know that they envy me light his ass up like a Christmas Tree
This g-l-c-k it hold fifty I up on that nigga he pissed down his denim jeans
Long live my ? thats gone I swear that they stick with me
T-t-b-g-g-o all them young nigga that’s round me they throw up them billy B’s
