GT Ransommm - Big Gator Lyrics

I'm the type to orchestrate the blitz and get a nigga gone
I've been in the field and clutching steel, pray I make it home
Choppers in the room, the swingin' stick, them hoes evaporate
Lime on my waist, they eat your face, I'm like Decapitate

Step on my side of town, I'm gettin' busted
All these bitches on my dick, cause I'm frozen
Pop me way more than a lion in my double cup
Rich shooter with a shooter, they can't f*ck with us
When I'm dead and gone, better stay out no business

In this couch, you gon' zip up, pick it like the ticket
I stay to myself cause I know how I'm comin' I know I'm dangerous, you ridin' with a gun
I drop my phone with a blunt, got a gun and stay reconnectin
And bitch, I'm a stunner, almost up to school

Talked to my cousin, he f*cked up a drill
I would catch a flight with shop on Melrose, gettin' full of kills
This shit can't be televised, you ho-ass niggas better not squeal
Tryna raise my daughter through this madness, baby mama chill

They bangin' for Brigada, don't think you should cross that line
Stay cat, hold on weirdo, I know she was never mine
I been thinkin' Israel, introduce him to my Glock nine
I'ma show my ass, bitch, you know I got them racks now

They bahngin' for Brigada, don't think you should cross that line
Stay cat, hold on weirdo, I know she was never mine
I been thinkin' Israel, introduce him to my Glock nine
I'ma show my ass, bitch, you know I got them racks now

I'm all-on my wasted, can't put it down, my brother's dead and gone
Freaky bitch want six, she see my hair and just wanna dump
Teske let it on, I feel like Drake, I got it in the mood
Drop the top, I'm in that fast thing, haha

Juventus, y'all stop it, Glock in my pocket
My brother's not on it, I'm in on my noggin
Tougedas on goal, no, I can't stop the violence
I f*ck all these niggas, my game be the hottest

If I can't on the feet, holla on the guitar, that money talk
I can get you killed, creep up on them, I'm gon' talk, come on
I been thinkin' a lot, might f*ck around and get my teeth done
My little Juve bitch say I'm the go-go, yeah, I'm ready to sign

Momma sold them birds back in the day, ride with a loaded gun
I came out a savage, mumble beats, I'm quick to f*ck with some
All behind that check list, my youngins been reckless
Die behind that set list, say she bangin' for Brigada

Pussy with a threat, hundred thousand dirty money
Ain't no rapid vents, they bangin' for Brigada
Don't think you should cross that line, uh
Stanky hoe don't need her, I know she was never mine, uh

I been thinkin' Eva, introduce him to my Glock, nine
I'ma show my ass, bitch, you know I got them racks, nine
They bangin' for Brigada, don't think you should cross that line, uh
Stanky hoe don't need her, I know she was never mine, uh

I been thinkin' Eva, introduce him to my Glock, nine
I'ma show my ass, bitch, you know I got them racks, nine
I'ma show my ass, bitch, you know I got them racks, nine
We don't want these bitch-ass niggas that ain't tryna clone, yeah

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