Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gallery Dept , by - Babyface Ray. Release date: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gallery Dept |
| Somebody text Trent, «Hit the Gallery» |
| Help him with the bags, sir, thanks for having me |
| Man, I had to cut her off, I got bitches mad at me |
| And I gotta keep an N, all these niggas gon' laugh at me |
| Fifty on my neck, fifty on my wrist |
| I’m roundin' off, it’s really ninety-six, you little petty bitch |
| Man, that nigga Face cappin', he ain’t really from the 6 |
| I’ll slide through minivan, trunk full of (Shh) |
| Lookin' for the right shh, tryna find a mix |
| I don’t really fuck with Webster, rather go to Kith |
| Call my nigga Pucci, I’ma pull up to the Knicks |
| I done got my money right, they can’t tell me shit, ayy |
| Unfuckwitable, baby girl a cannibal |
| I be with the Runtz Gang, gave your bitch an edible |
| Young nigga dream was to get a blow spot |
| Me and Skeddy turned the White into the dopehouse |
| Baby, fuck your man, tell me what your throat 'bout |
| Breakin' down the bag, I’m at lil'- house |
| When I go on tour, I’m bringin' lil' bro out |
| Yeah, Veeze with me, we was workin' both routes |
| Pulled two hundred out a fuckin' ghost town |
| Diamonds dancin', choppers singin', bitch, it’s Motown |
| Young Berry Gordy |
| She done fucked the whole gang, that shit is very horny |
| She just want the clout, when we fuck, she say, «Record me» |
| Hell yeah, I did it, made a sextape |
| OVO, Bape, still ain’t met Drake |
| Fuck all that Tris shit, where the Wock' at? |
| My bitch don’t never buy no sneakers when she shoppin' |
| Come to my trap, got white and black just like a Sox hat |
| My niggas don’t care nothin' 'bout parties, only combat |
| I don’t even want the thirty, give me the standard, I can’t hide that |
| Oh, you wan' duck and hide? |
| I’ma send them boys to where your mom at |
| I just pour a deuce and pop a Perc', I still ain’t high yet |
| Told that skinny bitch my bankroll thicker than where her thigh at |
| Nigga, I don’t play with niggas |
| Nigga, I don’t pay for bitches |
| Nigga, I don’t hang with snitches |
| I’m part of the Navy, nigga |
| My brother crazy, I tell him to, he’ll kill your babysitter |
| I was flat broke, Ray was with me |
| You play with him, you can’t keep livin' |
| My cup too damn expensive |
| You spill that bitch, gotta pay the difference |
| Lil' nigga keep sneak dissin', I’m sendin' Diego to slay your bitches |