Gato - On Now lyrics

[Gato - On Now lyrics]

Can't tell em shit, cause they on now
Se-se-se-se-Sencey

My father died so mamma tried to raised me I
Turn to the street went and brought a 380
Trapping hard in the back street
Of little Haiti I
Never had still I thank god for blessing me
Hop in the car with the
Homies we going ride tonight
Anything we catch slipping we
Going rob on sight
Heard them nigga screaming fuck that
Nigga he ain’t shit
I’m on the grind gettin' mine
They all on my dick
Nigga said I change cause l learn
To speak Frеnch all I
Ever wanted was to buy my mama a nеw Benz
I’m in the street all night
Selling soft white that
Off white color bedge get your crack pipe
Fuck niggas talk shit then get
They shit split he
A buster not a gangster fucking little bitch
I’m not a Killer but I
Kill for a hundred pack
50 Haitians at your front door
That's a hundred strap

Ran the street with no control can't nobody
Stop me mama really did her best
My neighborhood is full of broken homes
All the homies trapping hard
You madafuckers know the rest
Were I'm from niggas will do you wrong
Every other weekend another body
Getting put to rest
You getting money out the fucking slums
Before you invest in a bitch
Nigga invest in a vest

Big straps young niggas got big straps
And you can’t tell them shit
Cause they up now
Big money young niggas got big money
And you can’t tell them nothing
Cause they on now
Big straps young niggas got big guns
And you can’t tell them nothing
Cause they on now
Big money young niggas got big diamonds
Better not tell 'em shit cause they on now

My shit might be a little violent
But that's all I know
Get your money stack it up don’t
Get play for no hoe keep it on you all the
Time motherfucker a safety
Niggas hating overtime fucking world is crazy
I put these bars together hopping
They can pay my rent
They let them snitches in hopping
They can cage us in
I’m in rabat searching for the medicines
They spot me with a cravat on
My way to murder men
Screaming sal side on my way to Amsterdam
Elie put me on didn’t nobody give a damn
If I died or got deported
Shit that's all I’m saying
Nigga say they love the Sal
Until it’s time to bang
Gun shot explode niggas pull
Off left me hanging
Whatever happen to the G-code
They left me stranded
Running home I feel blood leaking down my leg
Turn around I seen a car
Coming this might be it, shit

Ran the street with no control
Can't nobody stop me mama really did her best
My neighborhood is full of broken homes
All the homies trapping hard
You madafuckers know rest
Were Im from niggas will do you wrong
Every other weekend another body
Getting put to rest
You getting money out the fucking slums
Before you invest in a bitch
Nigga invest in a vest

Big straps young niggas got big straps
And you can’t tell them shit
Cause they up now
Big money young niggas got big money
And you can’t tell them nothing
Cause they on now
Big straps young niggas got big guns
And you can’t tell them nothing
Cause they on now
Big money young niggas got big diamonds
Better not tell 'em shit cause they on now

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