Young Thug, Trae Tha Truth, Gunna - Pelican lyrics

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Young Thug, Trae Tha Truth, Gunna - Pelican lyrics]

Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom karats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch

Won't holler smoke like I was gettin' high
Doin' 'bout two hundred, tryna get by
Middle finger up for what they did, I
All this money on me got me so fly
Know I'm on the same shit
Still a asshole, bitch, I rep the same clique
Ever speaking on the Goat
That's where my name fit rule one
I never hit 'em with the same stick
Gang gang shit, if you ain't one of us
And if it's drama time
I'ma be the one to bust
Same week, your baby mama be the one to lust
It's gon' be murder murder if
You ever fuck with us you ever fuck with us

Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom karats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch

You a slime, that mean you one of us
Won't say a thing 'cause
You ride silent tucked
Ain't showing you nothin'
I'm gon' keep it tucked
Ain't got no conscience
Don't know who to trust
It's the same coupe for life
It's like we stuck
These checks like Nike, got me pipin' up
It's déjà vu, I see all type of stuff
It must be Troop, I waste another cup
Play with my family, I go ludicrous
I been gettin' money, I ain't new to this
He sayin' all cap, I swear I do this shit
All day, all night, young Gunna makin' hit's
Yeah

Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom karats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch

If you a slime, that mean you one of us
One of us
I tie my ties with everyone of 'em
One of 'em
Believe in Slime, yeah in SLIME we trust
Yeah, all of my homies and my kids up
Yeah, we keep the sticks, they tryna kill us
We got sticks and some
Grenades from the pilgrims
I been lovey dovey with this drink and pill
Yeah i got crickets on my
Seats because they green, yeah
I put cum on her face and on her spleen, yeah
Yeah, we shoot 'em down, we with the rara
Yeah, I call the dawgs out and they shottas
Rasta, Jamaican, they shoot at cop cars
Children and grandmas
Swiss cheese the block up yeah

Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom karats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch

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