Lyrics Pronto Reprise - Gallo

Pronto Reprise

Oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah (yeah…)
You ain’t 'bout yo' job, boy, you ain’t doin' shit
Oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah (yeah…)
Aight
I got a rolly I don’t even check the time fo'
Not cuz I’m lazy, I just see it on my iPhone
I’m being modest, got a posse and a condo
If you 'bout the business you should give it to me pronto
A pair of bongos, show 'em, put the thong low
Get up in it, probably should’ve got myself a poncho
The Kam Chancellor, leaping for the block, though
Pocket full of cheese, I ain’t saving for the nachos
Ooh, pro tip, study while we do
The one that everybody digging ain’t really doing nothing new
Damn, shit
I didn’t mean to spill the beans
But I’m doing shit a year ago I only did in dreams
Tell 'em mess with me now
Baby, mess with me now
Was in a crowd with all the others, y’all in front of me now
And all the lights got a hold of my ego
I’m whipping something clean while they shaking in repose
Forgettin' 'bout the green, I will never go CeeLo
The only bars y’all got come from the depot
And now I’m on that mean shit, scared in a v-6
The chick who riding in it keep on blowing like Kleenex
The buzz in the bee’s nest
They saying that he next
And I’m in it, agreeing, no reason never to be stressed
The boy got a lean flex
And honestly I do this shit to gratify
I’m hearing issues how you never get it satisfied
And while they bicker, sipping liqueur, tryna strategize
I tell 'em «Quit it» they can save it for the alibi
Oh
I got a rolly I don’t even check the time fo'
Not cuz I’m lazy, I just see it on my iPhone
I’m being modest, got a posse and a condo
If you 'bout the business you should give it to me pronto
A pair of bongos, show 'em, put the thong low
Get up in it, probably should’ve got myself a poncho
The Kam Chancellor, leaping for the block, though
Pocket full of cheese, I ain’t saving for the nachos
I don’t really got a rolly but it fit inside the story
Had to lie about, just like every rapper did before me
And in a second I’mma tell you how I get 'em to adore me
How I tap 'em on the shoulder just to hit it in the morning
It’s a feed
Such a pitty
Feel the breeze
Through the city
On ya knees
Praying with me
Oh gees
He too witty
But I gotta get the credit where the credit is due
Instead of picking out the colors, split the cattle in two
A black belt with the medal, still won’t tell what I do
I’m in the kitchen burning brands.
raising hell with the crew
I’m the 1987 Martin Riggs in Lethal Weapon
Fuck with me for just a second, when you leave, get deep depression
I’m the chess game, checkmate
Where you 'boutta move?
I’m a nosh 'em with the drama, I’mma never fuck with you
See me watching Futurama, only death I want is Stew
And we below the influence, in just a sip you’ll be blue
Get the check
Hold the cash
Tryna flex
Pull the facts out
Sex
Get that ass out
Stretch
Bring the back down
Uh
And while they bicker, sipping liqueur, tryna strategize
I tell 'em «Quit it» they can save it for the alibi
Oh
I got a rolly I don’t even check the time fo'
Not cuz I’m lazy, I just see it on my iPhone
I’m being modest, got a posse and a condo
If you 'bout the business you should give it to me pronto
A pair of bongos, show 'em, put the thong low
Get up in it, probably should’ve got myself a poncho
The Kam Chancellor, leaping for the block, though
Pocket full of cheese, I ain’t saving for the nachos
Fuck (fuck…)
Oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah (yeah…)
These bozos got some fucking nerve
Coming to these parts, acting like you fucking Superman
You ain’t shit
Oh oh oh oh
Ha ha
Damn near lost my voice
I need some Earl Gray
Ya guys fuck with Earl Gray?
I’m get some Earl Gray
It’s GALLO