Gillie & Wallo

He-he go. Cardo sent the beat and now I'm about to bang out part two, nigga.

If he got the gang in the track, then we prolly smoked you.

Call you in track sayin' you gonna harm me when you know it's really hard to.

I fell in love with the money, it's makin' me different, I'm not in the mood to argue, nigga.

These niggas is popped once they hear a shot, I bet you the lil' nigga panic, Andy Mandy.

All my niggas got tool for the rob, we a bunch of mechanics. Bitch, I'm flyin'.

Bitch, I'm five hundred Gs, BHP, he pull up, I'ma land him.

Leave him right where he standin', prayin' for Bo, hopin' they don't remind him.

It's just too much shit on a young nigga mind for a bitch to be thinkin' I'm cheatin'.

And I put a bitch on her knees if she playin' with me, you not gettin' shit, you ain't eatin'.

I don't know how niggas talk on the net like they up on the score when they doin' the weepin'. When we doin' the reapin', count no deads you get sent for no reason.

I don't speak on them niggas we put on a poster.

Do not come around me if you not on a hustle, nigga. Lil' bro out here tryna hoop like this Villanova.

On bro, last nigga that spun through here got hit with the toaster.

Bro a slider, so you know for him I got to provide, nigga.

I'm the hound, so you know wherever I go, I find it.

When we lit, don't hop on the wave, niggas better not ride this. Push.

I'm hungry for coin, I gotta collect like Sonic.

I'm like Yoko 'cause when I'm on that trail, I pass the lotto. Graah, graah, boom. If you try to run, we follow. Graah, graah.

Me and Lotto like Gilly and Wallo. Graah, graah, boom.

For the opps, there's no pohalos. Cardo sent the beat and now I'm about to bang out part two, nigga.

If he got the gang in the track, then we prolly smoked you.

Call you in track sayin' you gonna harm me when you know it's really hard to.

I fell in love with the money, it's makin' me different, I'm not in the mood to argue, nigga.

These niggas is popped once they hear a shot, I bet you the lil' nigga panic, Andy Mandy.

All my niggas got tool for the rob, we a bunch of mechanics. Bitch, I'm flyin'.

Bitch, I'm five hundred Gs, BHP, he pull up, I'ma land him.

Leave him right where he standin', prayin' for Bo, hopin' they don't remind him.

Bro, I'm like Yoko 'cause when I'm on that trail, I pass the lotto. Graah, graah, boom.

If you try to run, we follow. Graah, graah. Me and Lotto like Gilly and Wallo. Graah, graah, boom.

For the opps, there's no pohalos.