Guala - GONE COST YA Lyrics

Let a nigga switch up, I promise to God it's gone cost em
Za bags, they come in and get white chalked
Throw em a lil extra you know that I do that shit often
Came up from nothing, remember I was walkin'
The way I sip the drank they gone think I'm from Austin
I sip on the shit like it's hot, but this shit aint no coffee
Ran that shit up, and I lost em
Peek out the blinds back to back, like a nigga a stalker
Beat out that bag like that shit stole from me
I put them Za bags in a walker
Lemon Cherry, Black Cherry, it don't even matter
Give you the same Za back to back, still gone cost ya
Run up them racks, make em sick make em nauseous
Said he 5 minutes away, but I think he just talking
I think these niggas just talkin
A hundred or better, I didn't have no (choice)
Lil nigga, you know that a nigga was walkin
Down bad on my last, ran it up real quick
Started with a half, came back with 5
And I'm not just talking
The way that I do it, that's 15
When it come back, get all A's in the trap
Cause the way that I do it, is awesome
Ran it up fast lil nigga, man f*ck all that stallin
Half of them 5 P's gone in a week,
Do the math lil nigga, you got to keep up when I'm talkin
Got a play 8 minutes away, but I'm still rappin on the mic
Right here talkin
Pull off real quick, serve em by the basketball court
Came back, punched in the next bar
Serving my plays real fast, pull off like Paul Walker
Shit, let me keep it real with you since we "just talkin"
I get the P's for the 13, sell em for the 32
High as hell, smoking on Za
But I'm running through the load, Ian Joggin
Use to sleep with the Drake, but the AR was in the closet
MVP, end of the game the hand me the spalding
They already mad and I aint even start flossin
I broke down the pack too quick, the load already gone
They texting me and they still callin
(And they still callin)
Let a nigga switch up, I promise to God it's gone cost em
Za bags, they come in and get white chalked
Throw em a lil extra you know that I do that shit often
Came up from nothing, remember I was walkin'
The way I sip the drank they gone think I'm from Austin
I sip on the shit like it's hot, but this shit aint no coffee
Ran that shit up, and I lost em
Peek out the blinds back to back, like a nigga a stalker
Beat out that bag like that shit stole from me
I put them Za bags in a walker
Lemon Cherry, Black Cherry, it don't even matter
Give you the same Za back to back, still gone cost ya
Run up them racks, make em sick make em nauseous
Said he 5 minutes away, but I think he just talking