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GGO Kurt - Envy Lyrics


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

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