ฟังเพลงLately (Explicit)

So Icey Boy

CEO

SpiffoMadeIt b***h aha

Go

Lately they been comin' at me fakin' it's been hard to dodge

I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers we in love with Dodge

What

All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd

Burr

Put your hands on Gucci Mane on God I'm sendin' your a*s to God

Don't talk about my enemies they dead to me why bring 'em up

This 223 gon' end the beef

Grrra

They slept on me I woke 'em up

Ooh

AR with the shoulder strap what that sound like

The NOLA clap

Money so retarded might park my Phantom in a handicap

My lil' jit just like shootin' up s**t they don't even really like to rap

Huh

Ran off on ya owe you one the coke was color Doja Cat

It's cream

Guess he thought that Gucci was a ho I wonder who told him that

Playin' with my backend on the road got the promoter whacked

Baow

Lately all my new signees got me thinkin' my phone tapped

Well d**n

So Icey write they own raps my artists tote they own straps

Baow

Brand new F8 'Rari drive that b***h like it got handlebars

Skrrt

Lil' b***h she a cannibal ate my d**k like an animal

Muah

Lately they been comin' at me fakin' it's been hard to dodge

I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers we in love with Dodge

What

All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd

Burr

Put your hands on Gucci Mane on God I'm sendin' your a*s to God

Don't talk about my enemies they dead to me why bring 'em up

This 223 gon' end the beef

Grrra

They slept on me I woke 'em up

Ooh

AR with the shoulder strap what that sound like

The NOLA clap

Money so retarded might park my Phantom in a handicap

N***as hang with me known to push a stick like a janitor

What

My n***as some predators a lot of n***as scared of us

Beef ain't really s**t to me a n***a ain't did s**t to me

No

I'm not Billy Batts but a n***a ain't takin' s**t from me

Nah

N***as talkin' down on me like they ain't bought no bricks from me

Suckers tryna clown me like they never hit no licks with me

Ha

Ran my M's up left the streets now that's a flawless victory

Well d**n

Lace my cleats and fed the streets yeah everybody eats with me

It's Gucci

Lately they been comin' at me fakin' it's been hard to dodge

I just copped two Trackhawks and two Chargers we in love with Dodge

What

All these diamonds on me hittin' me hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd

Burr

Put your hands on Gucci Mane on God I'm sendin' your a*s to God

Don't talk about my enemies they dead to me why bring 'em up

This 223 gon' end the beef

Grrra

They slept on me I woke 'em up

Ooh

AR with the shoulder strap what that sound like

The NOLA clap

Money so retarded might park my Phantom in a handicap