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Gully - Autodrill (feat. Bgody) lyrics

Artist: Gully

album: Take Me In


Oh-oh, oh
Sets beatz baby
Nobody's special
Uh-eh
It's the litest niggas in the city lady
Welcome to Pecks
SWay to Lettsom
Free Rugrat he's a legend
Kwiff him, kweff him
Rise that Wesson
Burgess Park where I test 'em
How many shots got beat broad day?
Used to phone up the cats like I'm on all day
And they phone me back okay
And I need a four on one by the YB cage
Respect mans tings its Peckham
They already that my heart's in Peckham
Violations can't slide I'll get 'em
Lean and I rise this weapon
Still scheme on them guys I'll gеt 'em
Seen that look in my eye hе's jetting
We were them kids outside that were meddling
Now we're them kids outside on a next thing
Round here we don't kick it to the left
Gave that green light two man got
Bored now they drip like Gunna and VBV
Or me, fucking neeks
I rep Peckham I'm a fucking g
I'll hold a rapper for ransom b
Now there's not jail they're fearing me
Now there's not jail they're fearing me
This corn made a big man twirl
And my ying ying made a young man curl
My ying ying made him scream like girl
If I ying ying then it's my mans worl'
Stop, suttin just got clocked
That ying was unorthodox now I just wet man down now he needs a doc'
Don't get popped while you're walking shops
Ay, ay, bro came through with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
Ay, ay, bro came through with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some people, some niggas that's grown
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some beef with some niggas that's grown
I feel to hit this still
Or I might sit and assist this drill
Listen, I gotta pick this steel
If he don't hear then the yute must feel
Feel, if man hear the opps are there
I'll leave here and I'll find out where
They think that the gang's gone clear
Please don't think that that the gang won't hear
Imma burst these shots when I try bun
Made the lightie cut, where my wap at?
And you're talking stop
Fam this ain't no game, get your wap on lock, better grease that up
Drippiest kid on my block still step
With the smoke just give me the drop
And I'm still giving no fucks
Don't see 'em outside so I go to their mums
You don't wanna hear this sound (brrr)
Pull up, yo, yo, keep my hood up
From long time man the beef's got cook up
I don't wanna hear man talk 'bout shoulda
Uh, uh or woulda
Corn come fat like Buddha
Bro's in the wokhouse sitting in Juma
I'll milly rock on that block I came with my drum we can pop and lock
If there's any rust on my gun I'll double force or grease that up
Two man, two bikes, two waps, six shots
Free my guy that's Shockz
Couldn't give my man six shots had the Russian one call it Makarov
Ay, ay, bro came through with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
Ay, ay, bro came through with the tray
Bro let it beat like Dre
Bro let it beat like Dre
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some beef with some niggas that's grown
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll bring a thing I ain't bringing a phone
I'm EBK and I'm letting it known
I got some beef with some niggas that's grown
Bro let it beat like
I'll do a drill on my own
I'll do it all on my own
Bro let it beat like Dre
I got some beef with some niggas that's grown
Bro let it beat like Dre
I got some beef with some niggas that's grown

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