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Lyrify.me

G.Y.K. by Cottonmouth Scotty Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2017

Hook
I know a bunch of niggas wanna try me 
A whole lot of niggas wanna try me 
One of niggas gone try me 
Which one of y’all niggas gone try me 
Whoever gone try me gone die today 
Ain't nothing but these tips gone fly today
You gone you gone have to work for my spot today
This a warning you try it you say your goodbyes today

Verse
Ring on every finger but I’m not engaged
Ears look normal but i swear i got the gages
Ill pull up at ya mommas house and take away hey baby
I’m pushing every button to make you G.Y.K
Geek geek get yourself killed
We houligans 
You ain't safe on your turf when i come to your field
I been shooting this shit so long got carpal tunner 
Got the wand on me that stick with me 
I ain't falling off for no muggle i do shit that shouldn’t be named
Get yourself killed barking like you run shit over here
What is all this talk I’m hollyfield 
Alright alright well y’all gone learn some shit in hear 
Place an order i ain't talking bout a meal
Won’t stop squeezing till i feel like i ain't amp
Hold two guns over my head like I’m the champ
That drum all on its own a  hundred rounds
Swear to god umma scarface every one of these niggas
Hook
I know a bunch of niggas wanna try me 
A whole lot of niggas wanna try me 
One of niggas gone try me 
Which one of y’all niggas gone try me 
Whoever gone try me gone die today 
Ain't nothing but these tips gone fly today
You gone you gone have to work for my spot today
This a warning you try it you say your goodbyes today
Alright homina homina homicide
Commas to follow that dollar sign
Shoot like i shoot down the autobahn 
I had shooters in college like columbine
Nigga get you whipped into shape like a polygon
Nigga you’ll get hit with the barrel and apologize 
You need to cut it cauterize 
Got body bags in yo body size
Nobody move and nobody dies 
Get the fuck out of here with that 90’s line
Ill do some shit have you soggy eyed
Ill show you shit have you traumatized 
I ain't never gotta say its hood fam till I’m dead
Niggas probably want my head
Won’t be in yo lap 
Long as thoughts stay in yo head
Ill pull up on you shooting at you 
Way past when you dead
We gone wet you up just because you acting bitch
Coming down my street driving police speeds
Might be there a while cause we don’t call the police
On some Curtis snow shit with out the audience to see
Kill you for a dime bag and i got a whole p
Its not the product its the principle
Hook
I know a bunch of niggas wanna try me 
A whole lot of niggas wanna try me 
One of niggas gone try me 
Which one of y’all niggas gone try me 
Whoever gone try me gone die today 
Ain't nothing but these tips gone fly today
You gone you gone have to work for my spot today
You gone get yoself killed