Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gauze, artist - CILLIANDate of issue: 26.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gauze |
| Told S4 kweff his dome |
| Out on the ride, not getting home |
| Look |
| Remember that day when he left his bro? |
| Told S4 kweff his dome |
| Out on the ride, not getting home |
| Cah try grab him see, oh no (Woah) |
| How did the gang just blow? |
| Feds in the ride like twice, it’s old |
| F-f-free SD locked in the can |
| Way too loose, he can never be told |
| Trap, mash and invest in poles |
| Ta-ta-talk bare shit on the net but I’ve never seen someone less involvd |
| Hold, beef can never resolv |
| I’m out on the street tryna get it solved |
| Real ones live, all the fake ones fold |
| I’m wonderin' why they ever enrolled |
| How can you talk on the gang when you know damn well that you haven’t scored? |
| Us man need a Ballon d’Or for all of the times these talons tore |
| If we saved, I’ll pour all of the blood we spilt then you’d see gallons pour |
| Violence, havoc, war |
| That’s what I’ve got a passion for |
| Been on the ride tryna crash and score |
| We saw, he dashed of course |
| Very next day we were back on tour |
| Four dead opps, tryna package more |
| If you get us caught, I’ll splash with force |
| Cores, I will do that for sure |
| And if the yute looks too lively, you can cash that’s slappin' more |
| They see us in dashin' doors |
| Best hope dot-dot packin' gauze |
| I don’t see no opps with heart, that shit’s too rare like plastic straws |
| They see us in dashin' doors |
| Best hope dot-dot packin' gauze |
| I don’t see no opps with heart, that shit’s too rare like plastic straws |
| I hear them rap but I swear it’s lies |
| Had to burn my shoes |
| Now I’m in JD tryna ask in their in size |
| Ai |
| If your get dies |
| Big ZK on my hip but why them think I can never chat shit 'bout size? |
| If I hit the match stick, it lights |
| You don’t wanna come last |
| Run quick and hide |
| My bro ain’t MizOrMac but the kid still tap |
| He’ll grip and ride |
| Like, gyally on different vibes |
| Said she loves suck dick, this bitch is live |
| She more wet than the slip and slide |
| If she don’t take dick tell her bitch, it’s bye |
| He get got with a kitchen knife |
| Ride out from six, 'til the switch is nine |
| Ride out, right now then again that’s day |
| Hundred percent of attempted K |
| If not, then they ran in an estate |
| Tryna drench him then swing at his mate |
| If a opp try stay, admit he’s brave |
| I lied, he didn’t, he pays |
| Big ting on my hand, let’s give him a taste |
| Feds on man, this lyric is bait |
| How many times have we been around there? |
| That’s a bit cliché |
| But the gang’s done way more dirt than you know of just because we don’t say |
| They know that we don’t play |
| Get and if we catch up it’s breathing fades |
| Should’ve seen his face, make sure the rambo’s cleanin' K’s |
| Make sure the rambo’s cleanin' |
| Make sure the rambo’s cleanin' K’s |