Moston

Gucci on my ends
M-O-S-T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench
Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with-

Check it, don't disturb me at my place of work
Labels on my nerves, up in my face, I'm tryna lay my verse
Bakin' wit' your bird, I'm takin' Stacy for a late dessert
Babe, I got it patterned, safe to say I got my space reserved (Uh)
You want paper? Where's the paper work
Me, I'm making plays, I make mistakes, that's what it takes to learn
I'm coming out my cage and you need to pay to see my face emerge
Crazy, baby, Aitch, I got your mother tryna take a turn

Yo, just say the word and we can make it work
Chasin' what I've earned, shit on my haters so it makes it burn
Make 'em catch the worm, turn up the base and watch the wave I surf
Take me for a pagan, now you're safe, look how the tables turn
I love the game but I hate it same way
And you love to hate Aitch but you ain't made a day's pay
My opinion's not changing, I can't rate what they say
I'm a spitter, I don't need a big hook like Dave Hay (Ahh)

Gucci on my ends
M-O-S-T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench
Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with leng

Gucci on my ends
M-O-S-T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench (Ahh)
Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- (Ooh)

Check the drip, this the Manny way, bitch
Word to Rick, burn a spliff cah mi affi stay lit
Broski said he local so the package came quick
I know it's up to good standards, didn't have to weigh shit (Hahaha)
Ask me for my number, you'll get swerved, we don't need to talk
Call me bougie, all you like but what d'ya need it for?
Like, would you really pick me up if you had seen me fall?
No, so we can have a conversation but just keep it short

Kettle freezin' and there's still no ice
You could have the biggest bum, but no, I still won't like
Listen, baby, I ain't tryna kill no vibe
But it feels so wrong when you tell me it feels so right
Jump in the whip fast, dig that
Pulled the stick back, shit, that's a got whip lash
Pray there's not a flash when I flip past
Quick, I've gotta dip, big stacks in a zip bag (What?)
Shit's mad, a man will change for some quick cash
Gotta think fast and watch who you trust, big man (Trust)
Sit back and just laugh 'cause it's big cap
Bill it, sip yac, live your life and get lit fam

Gucci on my ends
M-O-S-T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench
Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with leng

Gucci on my ends
M-O-S-T-O-N
From the lane to the ave
Couple friends in the trench (Ahh)
Haters and snakes, yeah, there's plenty of them
Couple shady white boys, fillin' Benz's with- (Ooh)



Credits
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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