Todd Gurley

(album: Clan Virus - 2020)

[DJ:]
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I be over shit (I be over)
Treat a model bitch just like a Doberman (Like a Dober')
Saying this your ho, never broke the bitch (Never broke her, Matt Brick$)
Laughing while I kill niggas on some Joker shit (Like a Joker)
Put an eighth in my 'Wood on some smoker shit (Smoker shit)
Making snaps all in Fendi, what'd you get, though? (What'd you get?)
Niggas signing for the same shit we hit for (This nigga stupid)
All the clubs play our shit when we ain't there, though (We ain't there)
Black double-R flying like a scarecrow (Flying like a scarecrow)
Yeah, we really them niggas, this ain't make-believe (Yeah, this shit real)
Flashing blues in the camera, I ain't saying cheese (I ain't saying cheese)
All these buttons in my pants, yeah, they stable piece (All these motherfucking buttons)
All this ice on my body like a Maple Leaf (Maple Leaf)
Jesus Christ on my feet, how much you pay for these? (Jesus Christ)
Keep killing all these niggas, I can't take it easy (Take it easy)
Niggas couldn't take my bitch if I make her leave (Make her leave)

[Jeeezy:]
Nigga can't take my bitch, but I hope he do (I hope he do)
Got a blower in my pocket, what you tryna do? (What you tryna do?)
Why you worried 'bout this dick if I ain't fucking you?
Killers with me, if I nod, then he finna shoot (Finna shoot)
I got bitches throwing ass like I'm Uncle Luke (Uncle Luke)
Fear of Gods on me, I'm afraid of these ('Fraid of these)
I keep fucking up the game like a referee (Every time)
Flexing on these lil' niggas like I'm Hercules (Lil' nigga)
Ride around with Todd Gurley, this the thirty piece (Thirty piece)
Feet bleeding, they like, damn, it's an emergency (Goddamn)
Niggas lying, telling they bitch they never heard of me (Hell nah)
Said she never popped a pill, took a Perc' with me (Took a Perc' with me)
All these Franklins in this bitch, I got Kirk with me (I got Kirk)
Dropped a four in the deuce, I'm on Mercury (I'm high)
Told 'em let me hold the blower, they ain't searching me (They ain't searching me)
Three bands for a verse or you can't work with me (Hell nah)

[DJ:]
Told her, "If I fuck you good, don't be lurking me" (Don't be lurkin')
She said, "If I suck it good, can you Birkin me?" (Hell nah)
Riding 'round with a Drac', I got Durk with me (I got Durk)
Cullinan, paper plates, police searching me (Niggas layin')
We them niggas riding 'round in Wraiths and shit (Wraiths)
She want them BucksClan chains in her face and shit (In her face)
Bend her over, I'm in deep, yeah, she taking it (Yeah she talking it)
I ain't even got no time for no basic bitch (Never none)
You ain't tryna get no money, what you doing then? (Fuck you doin'?)
Shoot a hundred, bet a hundred, we ain't shooting twos again (We ain't shooting twos)
I was tryna skate, ripped my Runners, I need shoes again (Ripped my shoes)
Balenciaga store, they like, "Oh, hey, it's you again" (Oh, hey, it's you)
You ain't got them bands for a verse, I can't do it then

[Jeeezy:]
Way too many bitches know this crib, I'm finna move again (Finna move again)
Were these niggas ever on the block in a Cullinan? (Only ones)
Told your baby mama better not stop, I'm finna cum again (Don't stop)
Every time the Clan have a show, bitches charging in (Bitches charging in)
Yeah, you know we came for them bands how we marching in (God)
Lil' bro got a Don '42, ain't no juice and gin (Hell nah)
These niggas playing like they scared, coach, put me in (Put me in)
I'ma shoot the last shot, we can't lose again (We can't lose again)
I just popped a whole Perc', feel like Megaman (Feel like Megaman)
He said he a real nigga, why you telling then? (Goddamn)
Telling all my old hoes I'm a better man (Better man)

[DJ:]
She don't got no edges, I can't let her in (I can't do it)
Three bitches, one of me, they keep jumping in (Yeah, they jumpin')
I got bags for the low, I can't front 'em in (I can't front 'em, Matt Brick$)
Louis Vuitton on my toe, yeah, I'm stomping in (Yeah, I'm stompin')