Wst. Taylor - Gunetry Lyrics

All I got is three Benjamin’s thats triplets
Back to business flip it
Need a 20 G’s before Christmas
That’s 5 digits nigga you can’t miss it
Leftovers waffles from roscoes
Head down then I bless the bottle
Drinking with models gassing shit full throttle
Westside gunna
And I ain’t from buffalo
clean dough rubbing elbows
Hit a lick about a month ago
Hitting corners real slow
Slow down yo head to small for that crown
We at the compound countin pounds
Surfing smooth never see me drown
Gun powder in the air weed real loud
Livin in color like the Wayne brothers
Overalls on like I’m the third Mario brother
Poetry mix with guns
Run it up
Maxing shit out
I need to re up
Link up with the plug
Talk in code, we bug
Mission after mission
Till we hit a jug
Trust me ima make a mill before thirty
42 On the laker jersey that’s james worthy
This that muddy mud gritty sound dirtty
Operate different from yall
Raised by a dope dealer
23 Drop 4 G’s at the dealer
Drop the top
Badu out the speakers
Thats my healer
Turn that dream into a dollar
Giving hope to my dreamers
Black Iron with the steamer
Inflict pain to these parasites
All that tough talk nigga you all hype
Butter fingers you can’t grip on life
Me and Macc click up
Like Quick and Suga in Harlem nights
Get yo mind right
Poetry mix with guns
Run it up
Maxing shit out
I need to re up
Link up with the plug
Talk in code, we bug
Mission after mission
Till we hit a jug

All I got is three Benjamin’s thats triplets
Back to business flip it
Need a 20 G’s before Christmas
That’s 5 digits nigga you can’t miss it
Leftovers waffles from roscoes
Head down then I bless the bottle
Drinking with models gassing shit full throttle
Westside gunna
And I ain’t from buffalo
clean dough rubbing elbows
Hit a lick about a month ago
Hitting corners real slow
Slow down yo head to small for that crown
We at the compound countin pounds
Surfing smooth never see me drown
Gun powder in the air weed real loud
Livin in color like the Wayne brothers
Overalls on like I’m the third Mario brother
Poetry mix with guns
Run it up
Maxing shit out
I need to re up
Link up with the plug
Talk in code, we bug
Mission after mission
Till we hit a jug
Trust me ima make a mill before thirty
42 On the laker jersey that’s james worthy
This that muddy mud gritty sound dirtty
Operate different from yall
Raised by a dope dealer
23 Drop 4 G’s at the dealer
Drop the top
Badu out the speakers
Thats my healer
Turn that dream into a dollar
Giving hope to my dreamers
Black Iron with the steamer
Inflict pain to these parasites
All that tough talk nigga you all hype
Butter fingers you can’t grip on life
Me and Macc click up
Like Quick and Suga in Harlem nights
Get yo mind right
Poetry mix with guns
Run it up
Maxing shit out
I need to re up
Link up with the plug
Talk in code, we bug
Mission after mission
Till we hit a jug