Lancey Foux - Gnarly Boyz lyrics

Lance Omal

[Lancey Foux - Gnarly Boyz lyrics]

Lean Bwoy ooh, ooh
Shit, shit (Lot of ice)

I got a Glock inside my rental (Glock, Glock)
Ooh, package vacuum-sealed (Ooh, gas)
She said, "Pop me like a pill" (Ha)
Diamonds in my dental (Gnar, Gnar)
My one might give you chills (Ayy)
She wildin' like the ends
We some gnarly boys for real (Ooh, Gnar)
We some gnarly boys for real (Ooh, shit, ooh)
Uh, try our sense of trill
Crack a bitch and crack a seal (O oh)
Uh, I'm going gnarly for a mil'
(Ooh, gnarly)
We some gnarly boys for real (O oh)

Thousand grams, I'ma get it off (Gas)
Movin' like a boss wanna floss (Huh?)
Pockets on Rick Ross (What?)
Diamonds hit like Voss
Got that Glock inside my rental (Blaow)
Yellow diamonds like Pharrell (yeah, ice)
Grindin', skatin' like Pharrell (Ice)
Hit 'em with the steel (yeah, what?)
I'ma need a quarter mil' (yeah, what?)
By next week (yeah)
Nigga, I been ballin', ridin' jetski
(Ballin')
If you feeling tough then come test me
Keep the pistol tucked like it's a western
(Whoa) i want the keys, no Alicia (Whoa)
Finna go cop me a regal (Whoa)
Stars in the roof, stars in the roof
Feel like I'm preachin' when
I'm in the booth (Whoa)
Didn't have a dollar
Ride in the MARTA, never too old, ooh (yeah)
I get all this cash (Cash)
I get all these bags (Cash)
I get all this shit (Vroom)
That I never had (Vroom)
I get all this cash (yeah)
I get all these bags (yeah)
I get all this shit (yeah) that I never had

I got a Glock inside my rental (Glock, Glock)
Ooh, package vacuum-sealed (Ooh, gas)
She said, "Pop me like a pill" (Ha)
Diamonds in my dental (Gnar, Gnar)
My one might give you chills (Ayy)
She wildin' like the ends
We some gnarly boys for real (Ooh, Gnar)
We some gnarly boys for real (Ooh, shit, ooh)
Uh, try our sense of trill
Crack a bitch and crack a seal (O oh)
Uh, I'm going gnarly for a mil'
(Ooh, gnarly)
We some gnarly boys for real (O oh)

Keep a Turner, ooh, uh keep a Tina, ooh, uh
It was a burner, ooh, uh
It was a nina (yeah)
Yeah, pour some Tech (Tech, Tech)
Yeah, lean my spleen up (Psyke)
I ain't shopping in the ends, uh
I'm fuckin' up Neiman's (yeah, ayy)
Fendi colourway (Whoa)
Let me not park the Benz (Psyke)
Talkin' that tough talk, whoa
Get you targeted, whoa
Smash her one time, whoa
She wanna get gnarly again, whoa
Colourful diamonds
Yeah, they on Smarties, man

I got a Glock inside my rental (Glock, Glock)
Ooh, package vacuum-sealed (Ooh, gas)
She said, "Pop me like a pill" (Ha)
Diamonds in my dental (Gnar, Gnar)
My one might give you chills (Ayy)
She wildin' like the ends
We some gnarly boys for real (Ooh, Gnar)
We some gnarly boys for real (Ooh, shit, ooh)
Uh, try our sense of trill
Crack a bitch and crack a seal (O oh)
Uh, I'm going gnarly for a mil'
(Ooh, gnarly)
We some gnarly boys for real (O oh)

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