Eshay Lyrics – Gucci Dassy
Singer: Gucci Dassy
Title: Eshay
Ay, ay (futile)
We got big stacks, no cap, real fat, i’ma
Make tracks, make cash, big facts, i’ma
Hit that, roll black and the bands, i’ma
Drip-drip, got that gucci on my lens, i really can’t complain
Isolate? yeah, i’m really number one
You can ask your mates, they’ll probs know my name
Alert the gang that esh comin’, f#ckin’ it up
Like esh come f#ckin’ it up, ay, ay
Like you heard of this, i murder this, i spend it in a day
’cause i’m earning this, the burner kid
In all black, i’m lurkin’ b#tch
Like hoping that they learn from this
We gon’ pull up with a stick-stick that clip-clip
Then my homies dip-dip, like tyga
I’m on fire, drip from designer, she likin’ my attire
I’m hitting the dash in the forеign, f#ckin’ up the tyres
Think i’m stuck in the loop
Thеy think that i would miss ’em ’cause i’m stuck in the booth
Right now, i’m on top, my boys stopped
Until me and my boys chilling in the foreign droptop
Like, fill up my cup with some cartier
Can’t see it through the shades, they cartiers
I could f#ck this b#tch just to start my day
This some lean in my cup, this ain’t no chardonnay
Nah, the news cunts mention my name
I’m flexing the game, you’re probably sucking dick for some fame
That kinda funny, wishing that sh#t c#nt get dumped
Which i just put the funds in, you be on some dumb sh#t
One hit, then i make another, then f#ck without a rubber
No snitching, they undercover like
My boys silent, they don’t chat, just make that cash
It was a hook, play that back
We got big stacks, no cap, real fat, i’ma
Make tracks, make cash, big facts, i’ma
Hit that, roll black and the bands, i’ma
Drip-drip, got that gucci on my lens, i really can’t complain
Isolate? yeah, i’m really number one
You can ask your mates, they’ll probs know my name
Alert the gang that esh comin’, f#ckin’ it up
Like esh come f#ckin’ it up, ay
My esh c#nt really f#ckin’ it up
Put double in my cup, i made it so the lovin’ would stop
The pursuit, we gonna f#ck in a black bentley coupe
The next day get paid like i’m shootin’ some hoops
I’m up next, she gets undressed
Hundreds on the dresser, don’t make assumptions, like
This ain’t dirty money, gave it a bird bath
Thinking if i didn’t rap, she wouldn’t flirt back
Sold my soul to the game
It ain’t the same in my range (futile)
f#ck with us and get the flames, yeah
Diamonds gonna drip, making it rain
f#cked a foreign b#tch, ain’t no pronouncing her name
Nah, yeah we vicious, we doing missions
p#ss# wet, got it dripping, scotty pippen, now who’s winnin’?
Yeah, she said she lovin’ it, eshay
Said i’m from adelaide, let’s go and get the agbay
Quick get it, unleaded we leg it
He said it, we said it, one word, five letters
E-s-h-a-y try to schedule my date line but i can’t make time
Nothing but fifties and hunnids in my sight
There’s no way you can flow better than me
b#tch you can try, like
I said i can get her high but i can’t fly
Call me lil’ yachty, only wanted her for one night
We got big stacks, no cap, real fat, i’ma
Make tracks, make cash, big facts, i’ma
Hit that, roll black and the bands, i’ma
Drip-drip, got that gucci on my lens, i really can’t complain
Isolate? yeah, i’m really number one
You can ask your mates, they’ll probs know my name (futile)
Alert the gang that esh comin’, f#ckin’ it up
Like esh come f#ckin’ it up
Eetswa cuz
2020 taking over, no cap
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