Link by Gino2x Lyrics
Intro:
Oh, this hoe live (Oh, this hoe live)
Woo, woo, ahh, turn me up (Grraahh)
Woo, yeah, G-I-N-O, you know what i'm sayin'
Grrahh
Chorus:
Got a problem hit me up and we can link (link)
He said that he with it, and he ain't leave it in the street
(he ain't leave leave it in the streets)
I pour a four in the fanta
It got me walking like i'm sleep (yeah)
Come around with the [?]
I fuck 'em up like i'm Tay Keith (uh, uh aye, go)
Verse:
And i'm on the block with it (Woo)
Get that pole out your pocket before you get shot with it
(Before you gеt shot)
[?] gang and you not in it (Not)
And i'm something like a fidget i can't еven stop spinnin'
(I Can't even stop)
Ain't no party if ops in it (huh)
It's something like a virus how my niggas pop up (Pop up)
Ain't no cappin' i'm [?] (uh)
Book you for a show and we get that hoe shot up (Grrahh)
So now you a shooter (Damn)
Cause' you just seen the Glock and you got you a Ruger
(Got you a ruger)
Wanna' beef on computers (What)
You said in insurance you can't be a shooter (Can't be a shooter)
They like "Gino be cappin' " (He cappin')
"He can't be a Grape a just know he ain't 'bout it"
(I just know he ain't with it)
"And he probably a snitch" (yeah)
I heard you a bitch well come see if i'm 'bout it
(Come see 'bout that shit)
Man i'm sendin' the message (yeah)
You the same nigga if i ain't got the weapon (yeah)
You claim that you steppin', well come to my section
Don't wan't all these hoes, cause the bitches just petty
I'm 'bout my fetty, cheese green
Feelin' this sauce, now i'm drippin' spaghetti
I wanna fuck, but she don't wanna let me, she wan't me to cuff her
Bet she ain't say the same shit to the others
I pour up a four with a lean better double
And you can't feel it cause' you ain't from the struggle
Born a legend so shout out to my mother
Forever ridin', ride round for my brothers
I fuck with no cover, i shoot they need cover
She fucked on the gang and you claiming you lover her
Glock hold a 30 rack, shoot till it's empty
Come get you a fee while i'm taxin' the fifty
Claim they behind me, i know they ain't with me
How we beefin' and i'm good in your city
Lotta' drank, too much of 'em i [?]
Your back bent, make her shit itty bitty
Catch a op, leave him up in the streets
I'm D Wade cause' i stay with my heat (Grrahh)
Chorus:
Got a problem (yeah) hit me up and we can link (link)
He said that he with it, and he ain't leave it in the street
(he ain't leave leave it in the streets, aye)
I pour a four in the fanta (aye, yeah)
It got me walking like i'm sleep (yeah, walking like i'm sleep ,aye)
Come around with the [?], (aye, aye, fuck it up)
I fuck 'em up like i'm Tay Keith (uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
Oh, this hoe live (Oh, this hoe live)
Woo, woo, ahh, turn me up (Grraahh)
Woo, yeah, G-I-N-O, you know what i'm sayin'
Grrahh
Chorus:
Got a problem hit me up and we can link (link)
He said that he with it, and he ain't leave it in the street
(he ain't leave leave it in the streets)
I pour a four in the fanta
It got me walking like i'm sleep (yeah)
Come around with the [?]
I fuck 'em up like i'm Tay Keith (uh, uh aye, go)
Verse:
And i'm on the block with it (Woo)
Get that pole out your pocket before you get shot with it
(Before you gеt shot)
[?] gang and you not in it (Not)
And i'm something like a fidget i can't еven stop spinnin'
(I Can't even stop)
Ain't no party if ops in it (huh)
It's something like a virus how my niggas pop up (Pop up)
Ain't no cappin' i'm [?] (uh)
Book you for a show and we get that hoe shot up (Grrahh)
So now you a shooter (Damn)
Cause' you just seen the Glock and you got you a Ruger
(Got you a ruger)
Wanna' beef on computers (What)
You said in insurance you can't be a shooter (Can't be a shooter)
They like "Gino be cappin' " (He cappin')
"He can't be a Grape a just know he ain't 'bout it"
(I just know he ain't with it)
"And he probably a snitch" (yeah)
I heard you a bitch well come see if i'm 'bout it
(Come see 'bout that shit)
Man i'm sendin' the message (yeah)
You the same nigga if i ain't got the weapon (yeah)
You claim that you steppin', well come to my section
Don't wan't all these hoes, cause the bitches just petty
I'm 'bout my fetty, cheese green
Feelin' this sauce, now i'm drippin' spaghetti
I wanna fuck, but she don't wanna let me, she wan't me to cuff her
Bet she ain't say the same shit to the others
I pour up a four with a lean better double
And you can't feel it cause' you ain't from the struggle
Born a legend so shout out to my mother
Forever ridin', ride round for my brothers
I fuck with no cover, i shoot they need cover
She fucked on the gang and you claiming you lover her
Glock hold a 30 rack, shoot till it's empty
Come get you a fee while i'm taxin' the fifty
Claim they behind me, i know they ain't with me
How we beefin' and i'm good in your city
Lotta' drank, too much of 'em i [?]
Your back bent, make her shit itty bitty
Catch a op, leave him up in the streets
I'm D Wade cause' i stay with my heat (Grrahh)
Chorus:
Got a problem (yeah) hit me up and we can link (link)
He said that he with it, and he ain't leave it in the street
(he ain't leave leave it in the streets, aye)
I pour a four in the fanta (aye, yeah)
It got me walking like i'm sleep (yeah, walking like i'm sleep ,aye)
Come around with the [?], (aye, aye, fuck it up)
I fuck 'em up like i'm Tay Keith (uh, uh, yeah, yeah)