Gurraa Lyrics – Y2
Singer: Y2
Title: Gurraa
Shu shu shu
Yeah
Gurraa
Ain’t got no chill n#gg# still
Gurraa
If that’s not a dime that’s a rug and rat
Told her i do not phil her a lill
Gurraa
If n#gg#s keep talkin out the side of they mouth imma show em angelica real
Hop out wit that tommy put red on ya head now you n#gg#s is chuckie foreal
Still mobbin in black but my n#gg#s ain’t racist but we keep the kk ok
n#gg#s still out chere wildin’ they charge us for violence so we pushing karen today
I got thug in my bone i’m still searching for harmony
Imma need that on the 1st
If it’s smoke then it’s ashes sh#t i rather that sh#t know they want my back in the dirt
Shu shu shu shu shu shu
Gurraa
I call a snake a medusa
Back to the racks a masseuse ah
Chucky #ss chain like i’m too fat
Family got ties and a new knot
Bands off of white that’s maroon 5
Imma bout to get em a new doc
Treat it like covid that’s 2 shots
These n#gg#s throw shade ain’t no radio station i come off the hip wit that graa graa
They want me in blood imma treat it like sport imma split ya whole sh#t like i’m jean claude
50 hoes wit me like a bachelor
I don’t love em just f#ck on a thot thot
That 4 seater boring i need that coupe orange that whip bout to look like ya soundcloud
Got it l-l-l-l-locked
Yeah
Gurraa
Ain’t got no chill n#gg# still
Gurraa
If that’s not a dime that’s a rug and rat
Told her i do not phil her a lill
Gurraa
If n#gg#s keep talkin out the side of they mouth imma show em angelica real
Hop out wit that tommy put red on ya head now you n#gg#s is chuckie foreal
Still mobbin in black but my n#gg#s ain’t racist but we keep the kk ok
n#gg#s still out chere wildin’ they charge us for violence so we pushing karen today
I got thug in my bone i’m still searching for harmony
Imma need that on the 1st
If it’s smoke then it’s ashes sh#t i rather that sh#t know they want my back in the dirt
Shu shu shu shu shu shu
Gurraa
I’m poppin somebody chula
Spin round ya block wit the roof up
Bird on my neck
I ain’t talkin bout grey goose for nipsey i sip out a blue cup
Tippin and throwin the deuce up
Way i grew up i was screwed up
When i say slab and a grill n#gg# trill wita bar-b all q’d up
That’s a lil bop bop
Mask on my face like i’m promoting donda
Hop out that b#tch burning mata
30 on yo head i’m testing the beam man that shit’ll get messi like soccer
I know some n#gg#s that’s spiritual
Performing miracles aim at ya chakra
We put the g’s in geometry n#gg#s gon probably circle ya block op
Gurraa
Shu
Ain’t got no chill n#gg# still
Gurraa
If that’s not a dime that’s a rug and rat
Told her i do not phil her a lill
Gurraa
If n#gg#s keep talkin out the side of they mouth imma show em angelica real
Hop out wit that tommy put red on ya head now you n#gg#s is chuckie foreal
Still mobbin in black but my n#gg#s ain’t racist but we keep the kk ok
n#gg#s still out chere wildin’ they charge us for violence so we pushing karen today
I got thug in my bone i’m still searching for harmony
Imma need that on the 1st
If it’s smoke then it’s ashes sh#t i rather that sh#t know they want my back in the dirt
Shu shu shu shu shu shu
Gurraa
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