Gulag by JAYYBILLS Lyrics
Yessir
God damn, big glick on me, you know what I’m sayin
Big stick on me, you know what I’m sayin
Call of Duty guns, but this ain’t no motherfucking Call of Duty
When I say Warzone I ain’t talking no Call of Duty, this ain't Black Ops
Whooooooooop
(3-0, 3-0, 3-0)
Warzone, uh
Sent that bitch right to the Gulag (Let’s go)
She say I robbed her brother she like JAYYBILLS why you do that (Ay let’s go)
That nigga owe me money ain’t no cappin’, I’m where you at
Like I told you on John Cusack, here come Elex with that blue bag
It’s Kenzo, aye, shout out to Renzo (Uh)
My iPhone on DND and I been blowing indo (Uh, uh)
I got these hoes sour, they so stank just like a pickle (Yeah)
Bitches tryn’ get chose (Uh)
I won’t make no pick though (3-0-K)
She wan’ link me and the bro’s, don’t take no pics though (Don’t take no pictures)
I’m with Double-F in Rock Hill, don’t get beat on with this pistol (Beating bitches)
Fendi me
I can’t be ‘round broke hoes, I get pissed off (Broke bitch!)
They offending me
Freak bitch damn near tried to whip my dick out
There go opp niggas
I heard they pissed
I do not be tryna pop niggas, especially bout a bitch
Feel like Dwayne, feel like The Rock, nigga
I know you smell that in my kitchen
I just let off several shots, nigga
I pray to God that I just hit ‘em
R.I.P. to Pop Smoke
Dior Dior (R.I.P.)
I’m like “Wassup with that top though?”
She suck me on the floor (Aye, wassup with that neck)
And I heard she was in shock though
When she seen me at the door
She said she thought I was a catfish
I sent her pictures with a fork
Believe me
Heart cold, they must’ve forgot I was anemic
Uh-oh, I fucked her now she mad I’m tryna leave her
Stupid, dumb hoe, always hit my phone up like she need me
If you havin’ and your niggas still not on then you ain’t eating
Uh
Sent that bitch right to the Gulag
She say I robbed her brother she like JAYYBILLS why you do that (Why I did that shit)
That nigga owe me money ain’t no cappin’, I’m where you at (I’m in that shit)
Like I told you on John Cusack, here come Elex with that blue bag
It’s Kenzo, aye, shout out to Renzo (Renzo)
My iPhone on DND and I been blowing indo (Do Not Disturb)
I got these hoes sour, they so stank just like a pickle (Don’t say a word)
Bitches tryn’ get chose
I won’t make no pick though (Ain’t picking first)
Bitch is that 30K?
God damn, big glick on me, you know what I’m sayin
Big stick on me, you know what I’m sayin
Call of Duty guns, but this ain’t no motherfucking Call of Duty
When I say Warzone I ain’t talking no Call of Duty, this ain't Black Ops
Whooooooooop
(3-0, 3-0, 3-0)
Warzone, uh
Sent that bitch right to the Gulag (Let’s go)
She say I robbed her brother she like JAYYBILLS why you do that (Ay let’s go)
That nigga owe me money ain’t no cappin’, I’m where you at
Like I told you on John Cusack, here come Elex with that blue bag
It’s Kenzo, aye, shout out to Renzo (Uh)
My iPhone on DND and I been blowing indo (Uh, uh)
I got these hoes sour, they so stank just like a pickle (Yeah)
Bitches tryn’ get chose (Uh)
I won’t make no pick though (3-0-K)
She wan’ link me and the bro’s, don’t take no pics though (Don’t take no pictures)
I’m with Double-F in Rock Hill, don’t get beat on with this pistol (Beating bitches)
Fendi me
I can’t be ‘round broke hoes, I get pissed off (Broke bitch!)
They offending me
Freak bitch damn near tried to whip my dick out
There go opp niggas
I heard they pissed
I do not be tryna pop niggas, especially bout a bitch
Feel like Dwayne, feel like The Rock, nigga
I know you smell that in my kitchen
I just let off several shots, nigga
I pray to God that I just hit ‘em
R.I.P. to Pop Smoke
Dior Dior (R.I.P.)
I’m like “Wassup with that top though?”
She suck me on the floor (Aye, wassup with that neck)
And I heard she was in shock though
When she seen me at the door
She said she thought I was a catfish
I sent her pictures with a fork
Believe me
Heart cold, they must’ve forgot I was anemic
Uh-oh, I fucked her now she mad I’m tryna leave her
Stupid, dumb hoe, always hit my phone up like she need me
If you havin’ and your niggas still not on then you ain’t eating
Uh
Sent that bitch right to the Gulag
She say I robbed her brother she like JAYYBILLS why you do that (Why I did that shit)
That nigga owe me money ain’t no cappin’, I’m where you at (I’m in that shit)
Like I told you on John Cusack, here come Elex with that blue bag
It’s Kenzo, aye, shout out to Renzo (Renzo)
My iPhone on DND and I been blowing indo (Do Not Disturb)
I got these hoes sour, they so stank just like a pickle (Don’t say a word)
Bitches tryn’ get chose
I won’t make no pick though (Ain’t picking first)
Bitch is that 30K?