Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Git Cha Gully Up, artist - Snowgoons. Date of issue: 10.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Git Cha Gully Up |
| I’m in the pitch black with midnight marauder |
| Play it low but I will kidnap your daughter |
| I take what’s mine, I don’t wait around for any offers |
| Fresh off a world tour like I just ran for office |
| I’m on some Jedi Mind shit, this is brain slaughter |
| Insane author, publisher and paint torture |
| Never be a ghost, remain in my physical form |
| Go to war with anybody, this is Desert Storm |
| You never catch me talking shit on a message forum |
| But if your man got words I got a message for him |
| Official pistol lifts you, slip yo, rip through bone tissue |
| Twist you, separate your fucking nerves when the chrome hits you |
| So if you got grown issues then state your biz |
| You got beef? |
| Then claim it, don’t say that it’s his |
| You got faith in God? |
| Then pray that you live |
| You like to walk with the Devil? |
| Then it is |
| You pick your poison, I’ll sip a potion and spit an ocean |
| Keep your neck inside my palm and watch me rip it open |
| You bitches hoping the barrel smoking will get me choking |
| But I’m a goon by blood, that shit’ll get me focused |
| If you insane in the membrane waving an M16 with a beam |
| Get your money up |
| If you got beef and reach where you eat and you sleep |
| Niggas deep when they creep |
| Get your gully up |
| If you a soldier, a rider provider, and ride for the cause, you the boss |
| Get your money up |
| If you’re insane full of rage with a gauge still trapped in a cage all day |
| Get your gully up |
| If I push snow at the Snowgoons it wouldn’t be illegal |
| Would Illegal come through with more goons and the Desert Eagles |
| My people be shovelling bodies right up off the sidewalk |
| All of the above my nigga, let’s get these off |
| Never the type to see beef and slide off |
| Only happened once, they tried to cut my life short |
| But now I’m thirty-one with a dirty gun |
| Four kids deep, I dare you niggas to hurt just one |
| One is enough to get your cranium cracked |
| I bulldoze like? |
| range with a bat |
| I came for the cash and I ain’t leaving broke now |
| My gasmask is made of glass bitch I’m focused now |
| Warchild more foul, I’m caving your gums in |
| More wild Trojan Horse style, trample gunmen |
| Nigga and my dungeon filthy |
| knowing motherfuckers is guilty |
| In a courtroom with a pitchfork and a spoon |
| Feasting off all the blood that was in the womb |
| Orbit the moon, I’m with a torch in your tomb |
| Cremating your soul, hope they choke off the fumes |