Gelato by Young Esco Lyrics
[Intro]
[DDDDDvtchieeeeee]
Uh!
[Refrain]
Smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet
( smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet )
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats )
I pray the god for my soul that he keep
( I pray the god for my soul that he keep )
Been in the trap & It feel like a week
( been in the trap & It feel like a ——— )
[Verse]
Smoking gelato ‘
I get on my feet
Stay in the field ‘
I think I need cleats
I pray the god
For my soul that he keep
Been in the trap
& It feel like a week
Stack up the cash
I’m making it ‘ neat
So many tricks
That I got on my sleeve
Just zoed a nigga ‘
I ain’t even meet
Feel like a chef when I’m whipping ‘ boutique
My bitch a baddie her body ‘ botique
Not giving matta ’
Then you gotta leave
Not being rude ‘
Ima keep it a g
Me and yg
Really swerved on the d’s
Cops wanna know
But I would never speak
That be the opps
Don’t fuck with the d’s
Smoking on ***
I barely could breath X
Smoking on r***
I barely could see
I was so broke
Now ah nigga be balling
1 ‘95 when I hop in a foreign
Twenty four seven ’
Ah nigga be touring
Bad lil bitch in the crib ‘
And she whoring
She wanna ride ‘
Wanna record it
Backing it up ‘
Not doing giving a warning
I Hit it once ‘
She feeling important
Like Uh !!
[ Verse ]
She like the way I maneuver Rocking amiri
Not wearing no pumas
Stay with a g I stay with a ooters
Stay with the cuz ‘
I stay with the ******
Fuck all the opps
Them niggas is losers ( head tap head tap )
Hit the madula ( head tap head tap )
Boy is a rumor
[ Refrain ]
Smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet
( know what the *** going on man )
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( mixtape out now ***** )
I pray the god for my soul that he keep
( uh don’t *** round Like )
Couldn’t be me I stay with a ruler uh!
[ Bridge ]
Bro got gelato
I’m smoking the ****
Too many dead niggas up in this blunt
Slide to the *** go to the truck
Spin thru back‘ through the front
How many shots? more than buck
I see a opp and I back out the Uhh
Shawty a treesh she wanna rump
Go to the bank making the runs uh!
My niggas still on the block
They tucking the Glock
We praying the opp spinning
My niggas still in the box
He wasn’t a joke
That nigga was not kidding
Them niggas know we is not with it
Louie fendi ‘ with the Glock in it
Big 40 cal with a mop in it
Roll up a wood with a opp in it
Like
[Refrain]
Smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet
( smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet )
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats )
Been in the trap & It feel like a uh yeah
Stack up the cash I’m making it
( stack up the cash I’m making it ‘ ———
[Intro]
[DDDDDvtchieeeeee]
Uh!
[Refrain]
Smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet
( smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet )
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats )
I pray the god for my soul that he keep
( I pray the god for my soul that he keep )
Been in the trap & It feel like a week
( been in the trap & It feel like a ——— )
[Verse]
Smoking gelato ‘
I get on my feet
Stay in the field ‘
I think I need cleats
I pray the god
For my soul that he keep
Been in the trap
& It feel like a week
Stack up the cash
I’m making it ‘ neat
So many tricks
That I got on my sleeve
Just zoed a nigga ‘
I ain’t even meet
Feel like a chef when I’m whipping ‘ boutique
My bitch a baddie her body ‘ botique
Not giving matta ’
Then you gotta leave
Not being rude ‘
Ima keep it a g
Me and yg
Really swerved on the d’s
Cops wanna know
But I would never speak
That be the opps
Don’t fuck with the d’s
Smoking on ***
I barely could breath X
Smoking on r***
I barely could see
I was so broke
Now ah nigga be balling
1 ‘95 when I hop in a foreign
Twenty four seven ’
Ah nigga be touring
Bad lil bitch in the crib ‘
And she whoring
She wanna ride ‘
Wanna record it
Backing it up ‘
Not doing giving a warning
I Hit it once ‘
She feeling important
Like Uh !!
[ Verse ]
She like the way I maneuver Rocking amiri
Not wearing no pumas
Stay with a g I stay with a ooters
Stay with the cuz ‘
I stay with the ******
Fuck all the opps
Them niggas is losers ( head tap head tap )
Hit the madula ( head tap head tap )
Boy is a rumor
[ Refrain ]
Smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet
( know what the *** going on man )
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( mixtape out now ***** )
I pray the god for my soul that he keep
( uh don’t *** round Like )
Couldn’t be me I stay with a ruler uh!
[ Bridge ]
Bro got gelato
I’m smoking the ****
Too many dead niggas up in this blunt
Slide to the *** go to the truck
Spin thru back‘ through the front
How many shots? more than buck
I see a opp and I back out the Uhh
Shawty a treesh she wanna rump
Go to the bank making the runs uh!
My niggas still on the block
They tucking the Glock
We praying the opp spinning
My niggas still in the box
He wasn’t a joke
That nigga was not kidding
Them niggas know we is not with it
Louie fendi ‘ with the Glock in it
Big 40 cal with a mop in it
Roll up a wood with a opp in it
Like
[Refrain]
Smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet
( smoking gelato ‘ I get on my feet )
Stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats
( stay in the field ‘ gotta get me some cleats )
Been in the trap & It feel like a uh yeah
Stack up the cash I’m making it
( stack up the cash I’m making it ‘ ———
[Intro]