Lyrics Gulag Shawty - Chetta

Gulag Shawty

Catch the charge
If you tryna ride for me
I got hittas real hittas
Die for me
All these lames
In my way
Why homie?
Why homie?
Why homie?
I ain’t got five on it
I brought fifteen hundred
Just to spend
I dont really wanna go
But i wanna fuck her and her friend
I be booted on the low
As fast it go
I get it in
Yeah yeah
There that go
I get it in
Yeah
On a xan and perc again
Try and tie me
I dont bend
Outchea wilding
Bitch i been that
Dont have no needs
Dont need no friends
Surfing on a bankroll
Tryna spin you can’t roll
Im like what it do… Hoe
And my a skipping
B — c — d — e — f — g — h — i — j
To the motherfucking k
Split ya face
Catch the charge
If you tryna ride for me
I got hittas real hittas
Die for me
All these lames
In my way
Why homie?
Why homie?
Why homie?
I ain’t got five on it
I brought fifteen hundred
Just to spend
I dont really wanna go
But i wanna fuck her and her friend
I be booted on the low
As fast it go
I get it in
Yeah yeah
There that go
I get it in
Yeah
Fo-fo blow blow
Like the wind
Forgive me bitch im tryna sin
Off a addy and k-pin
Dont have no dreams
Im tryna live that
Dropping in some faygo
All your shit be karo
Roll my wood like eggrolls
In your hood
Like aye hoe
Aye hoe
And my choppa
Eat the block like benihanas
Smoked out
Loced out
Woe ain’t hard to find us
Catch the charge
If you tryna ride for me
I got hittas real hittas
Die for me
All these lames
In my way
Why homie?
Why homie?
Why homie?
I ain’t got five on it
I brought fifteen hundred
Just to spend
I dont really wanna go
But i wanna fuck her and her friend
I be booted on the low
As fast it go
I get it in
Yeah yeah
There that go
I get it in
Yeah