Gino2x – Link Lyrics
Artist: Gino2x
Song: Link
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
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
I pour a four in the fanta
It got me walking like i’m sleep (yeah)
Come around with the {?}
I f#ck ’em up like i’m Tay Keith (uh, uh aye, go)
And i’m on the block with it (Woo)
Get that pole out your pocket before you get shot with it
{?} gang and you not in it (Not)
And i’m something like a fidget i can’t еven stop spinnin’
Ain’t no party if ops in it (huh)
It’s something like a virus how my n#gg#s 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
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”
“And he probably a snitch” (yeah)
I heard you a b#tch well come see if i’m ’bout it
Man i’m sendin’ the message (yeah)
You the same n#gg# 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 b#tches just petty
I’m ’bout my fetty, cheese green
Feelin’ this sauce, now i’m drippin’ spaghetti
I wanna f#ck, but she don’t wanna let me, she wan’t me to cuff her
Bet she ain’t say the same sh#t to the others
I pour up a four with 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 f#ck with no cover, i shoot they need cover
She f#cked 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 sh#t itty bitty
Catch a op, leave him up in the streets
I’m D Wade cause’ i stay with my heat (Grrahh)
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
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, f#ck it up)
I f#ck ’em up like i’m Tay Keith (uh, uh, yeah, yeah)
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From the album:
A Nightmare on Grape St. [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019