Gurner - C ya Lyrics

You said its tuff bitch
20 not average
She saw the numbers in my bag
Hope she didn't see the drugs bitch
Write my name up on your tat
I love it
G6 to the r
'Cus gurn keeps f*cking gurnin'
I keep smoking my cigarette in the morning
My city's rappers copy they so boring
You see the shades on my face
'Got cc on my garments
I stay up in my lane i'm chasing diamonds
In the crib with your girl she said you mean boy
Chase some clout man i can't even see ya'
I got money on my lap 'cus i'm a dealer
'Think she' trim i can't f*ck she got chlamydia
Now f*ck the media
I got my city up
Up like i'm obama's son
Get in that car we're getting some'
Got two phone in my pocket i'm getting an other one
Calling all my plans i guess she learnin' now
I ain't fighting tho
Your boy a pretty one
That's some petty shit your boy is making trades boy
You better stay up in your lane and catch your plays boy
I don't give a f*ck 'bout fame can't show my face boy
Yeah i guess we back in town off the pill i think i'm it
Nod all night long in the stu' i'm supposed to spit
And they thinking i'm the same niggas playing with the kid