Gyros Testo
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Go and get 'em wrapped up real nice
Don't you worry there lil buddy
Pig in a blanket face ass motherfucker (all your homies too)
Burrito boys
Matter of fact, you a mofuckin gyro (listen, yo)
Quiet as kept, I'm the best
But it's like if you don't scream it all the time
Then it ain't the truth, there's no depth
I used to buck, put my gun in the holster, then step A humble man turned boaster, just to bolster the rep (boasting)
Got a stable of fire ho's that I'm close to
My shawty look straight off the gyros poster (remember those?)
Put in work like I'm 'posed to, take her to Roll 'N Roaster
Hit it once, then ghost her
Man I don't know who slicker
I do this, even when I'm under the weather like a news ticker
Still get an ovation, gotta tip ya hat like a bum on a train with donations (*coins jingle)
Yods playin', yods plan
Mortals in a crowd wanna touch the God hand
Rockin' stadiums in some odd land
While your squad's makin' beats on GarageBand
All shop when we winnin', I been plottin' since last August
Got a leg up on 'em like dog piss, with a smorgasbord of
Gorgeous carcasses, lyrics is flawless
Still up in the store smokin' a loosie, lawless
Sportin' my own line of clothes, we big ballers
And nobody wanna hear your new shit, like spoilers
Rather listen to Old Droog, number one with a bullet Like Warren Moon on the Oilers, yo
Check the passing rate, and if you hating
That's only exacerbating, we steadfast (deadass)
Deadass too great to move desperately
And I ain't even the best, but when I'm at my best
No one can mess with me
They fetishize over the Tecs, like what's the recipe?
Not knowing it's coded in keyboards with encryptions
And fuck Rap Genius
If you herbs can't overstand the diction
My selling hand written transcriptions (even then)
They might as well be hieroglyphics
Chilling with Egyptian bitches out in Cairo
Used to have to chip in, now we swipe and put the chip in
Went from skippin' out on the bill to big tippin'
All from bringing flames onstage without the pyro
To me you just a gyro, mofucker
Don't you worry there lil buddy
Pig in a blanket face ass motherfucker (all your homies too)
Burrito boys
Matter of fact, you a mofuckin gyro (listen, yo)
Quiet as kept, I'm the best
But it's like if you don't scream it all the time
Then it ain't the truth, there's no depth
I used to buck, put my gun in the holster, then step A humble man turned boaster, just to bolster the rep (boasting)
Got a stable of fire ho's that I'm close to
My shawty look straight off the gyros poster (remember those?)
Put in work like I'm 'posed to, take her to Roll 'N Roaster
Hit it once, then ghost her
Man I don't know who slicker
I do this, even when I'm under the weather like a news ticker
Still get an ovation, gotta tip ya hat like a bum on a train with donations (*coins jingle)
Yods playin', yods plan
Mortals in a crowd wanna touch the God hand
Rockin' stadiums in some odd land
While your squad's makin' beats on GarageBand
All shop when we winnin', I been plottin' since last August
Got a leg up on 'em like dog piss, with a smorgasbord of
Gorgeous carcasses, lyrics is flawless
Still up in the store smokin' a loosie, lawless
Sportin' my own line of clothes, we big ballers
And nobody wanna hear your new shit, like spoilers
Rather listen to Old Droog, number one with a bullet Like Warren Moon on the Oilers, yo
Check the passing rate, and if you hating
That's only exacerbating, we steadfast (deadass)
Deadass too great to move desperately
And I ain't even the best, but when I'm at my best
No one can mess with me
They fetishize over the Tecs, like what's the recipe?
Not knowing it's coded in keyboards with encryptions
And fuck Rap Genius
If you herbs can't overstand the diction
My selling hand written transcriptions (even then)
They might as well be hieroglyphics
Chilling with Egyptian bitches out in Cairo
Used to have to chip in, now we swipe and put the chip in
Went from skippin' out on the bill to big tippin'
All from bringing flames onstage without the pyro
To me you just a gyro, mofucker
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