Lyrics Galore - Eric North, ashton-black, Cxrpse

Galore

Run up in your spot, that’s a thirty all on my hip, shit
On my school shooter, antagonist, never did shit
Got the block hotter than cooking it on a grill
Everybody hate a nigga who telling it how he feel, ayy
I just bought a new knife, come see how it feel
Stainless steel leave your head cracked open without a pill
Watch your head peel back, no, the skull don’t crack
I stopped fucking with niggas because they all gone lack
Catch me dashing on the wheels with a shorty who wanna kill
All my bitches in the back and they countin' up all the bills
Don’t complain no more, I know your thang ain’t sore
They be countin' this money until they brain get torched
Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»
I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy
That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy
That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy
That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy
That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy
Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»
I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore
Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»
I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy
AR-15 lookin' pretty damn mean
That’s thirty round shots to your god damn team
Niggas wanna ball hard, they think I’m Kareem
Niggas still running mouths, Glock with the beam
Hollow points really make a nigga start bussin'
Young loose cannon that I call Smith & Wesson
Fuck with Diversa and you finna learn a lesson
Bodies on bodies, catch a boy on TV
Young wild niggas with the triggers off safety
Think I’m all talk then, my nigga, come see me
Beat a nigga face, eating punches like he greedy
Throwing money at the bitches like they are the needy
Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»
I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore
Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched
Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»
I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore
Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy