Stunna Gambino, Toosii - Rivals (Remix) lyrics

Nau'Jour Lazier Grainger

[Stunna Gambino, Toosii - Rivals Remix lyrics]

(Andyr) know what I'm sayin'? They say
The good die young i'm still here
What that mean?

Left her in the past, let bygones be bygones
Where I'm from, we don't buy diamonds
We go buy guns death to all to my rivals
I changed my life, I'm Muslim
I am a disciple
I ride with kufis, they be totin' on a rifle
When I'm off the Wockhardt
I don't know where my mind go
Time been slow, I had to ice out the dial
The racks don't fit, I had
To cop Amiri cargos, amiri cargos

Came a long way from dumpin'
Checks in Wells Fargo
If it don't clear by today, then tomorrow
We ain't have cars to slide on opps
We clapped the Tahoe
You really went and broke my
Heart, I hope you die, ho
I should go and fuck your
Best friend to get even
I be switchin' out foreigns
Just like the seasons
I be switchin' out Monclers, I'm anemic
I be ballin' like Jordan, but my rings VV

Left her in the past, let bygones be bygones
Where I'm from, we don't buy diamonds
We go buy guns death to all to my rivals
I changed my life, I'm Muslim
I am a disciple
I ride with kufis, they be totin' on a rifle
When I'm off the Wockhardt
I don't know where my mind go
Time been slow, I had to ice out the dial
The racks don't fit
I had to cop Amiri cargos

Yeah, the racks don't fit
I had to cop Amiri cargos
Two-seater but the blick in the
Passenger where my heart goes
'Cause it don't take shit for me
To go on demon time
'Cause we gon' stretch him
Gon' bless him, see if really he divine
I done been shot at too many
Times, so when I ride
We put the heat in the back
Skinny jeans, white G-Fazos
Got the heat on his lap let the drummer fly
And the opps gon' see more
Shells than Taco Tuesday they know I'm 2x
I'll turn this shit to doomsday
Five rooms in the crib
Ain't got no roommates
If I ain't live the life I
Live, I wouldn't have dead homies
Now it's too late
That lil' nigga coughing
We ain't have no sugar for the Kool-Aid
I'm rich, sorry that you played
Put noodles over souffle
No Fettucine, he in the mix
So he an imposter
Jamaican, I don't know Patois
But I got love for my rastas
You still been seeing the doctor
I'm tryna kill all the oppers
Fuck bygones, I'm tryna buy guns

Left her in the past, let bygones be bygones
Where I'm from, we don't buy diamonds
We go buy guns death to all to my rivals
I changed my life, I'm Muslim
I am a disciple
I ride with kufis, they be totin' on a rifle
When I'm off the Wockhardt
I don't know where my mind go
Time been slow, I had to ice out the dial
The racks don't fit, I had
To cop Amiri cargos, amiri cargos

Say the good die young, uh die young
Die young, oh oh (The racks don't fit
I had to cop Amiri cargos) He was so young
(Two-seater but the blick in the
Passenger where my heart goes)
Island, island
('Cause we gon' stretch him
Gon' bless him, see if really he divine) Oh

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