Gifted (Explicit)

Gifted (Explicit) - Alz X 38

Lyrics by：Sammy Sosa/Alz/38

Composed by：Sammy Sosa/Alz/38

Produced by：Sammy Sosa

Yeah uh yeah

Y M N and Sammy made this cold

Yeah uh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

This is a troll that you're my trippin'

You're my pretend yeah

Mmmm

See I'm talented I guess that I'm gifted

Y M N that **** is a business

Hardheaded I guess I never listen

You claim you're real my nigga you're tripping

My nigga you're tripping

He roll with a Smith and to aim at his victim

I roll with some niggas

I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings

See I'm talented I guess that I'm gifted

Y M N that **** is a business

Hardheaded I guess I never listen

You claim you're real my nigga you're tripping

My nigga you're tripping

He roll with a Smith and to aim at his victim

I roll with some niggas

I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings

Take a L and I'm coming right back

Disrespect and we all out attack

No cap really live what we rap

**** on your ***** and I'm sendin' her back

Drippin' designer but I don't need clothes

I need a milli to split it with bro

Gettin' this money that's my only goal

Pray to God that my nigga don't fold

Overseas where the fiends at

Trap house with a G pack

Can't leave 'til I clean that

I was handin' out testers

T T was the feedback

Young nigga feelin' heartless

Sippin' mud 'cause it heal that

Sippin' mud 'cause it heal that

See I'm talented I guess that I'm gifted

Y M N that **** is a business

Hardheaded I guess I never listen

You claim you're real my nigga you're tripping

My nigga you're tripping

He roll with a Smith and to aim at his victim

I roll with some niggas

I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings

See I'm talented I guess that I'm gifted

Y M N that **** is a business

Hardheaded I guess I never listen

You claim you're real my nigga you're tripping

My nigga you're tripping

He roll with a Smith and to aim at his victim

I roll with some niggas

I roll with some killers to aim at your siblings

We aim at your siblings

But we never aim for them childrens

Big dough I ain't talking no Kiplings

She movin' like she in her feelings

I want you all thought she'd would come she refused

Now she here

'Cause of view's my niggas grind hard

There's no time for excuse

All my Mali's armed like they ain't go no legs

Me and Alz go back to back like singles

There's no ******* dreads

We just tryna make it out that dirt

Smokin' **** don't pop no Perc'

**** him all he do is *****