Gauze - CILLIAN

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