RNC Smerk - Mr. Gamo Flow Lyrics

Who the f*ck is Mr. Ferragamo
Oh that's that same nigga wearing that
Clean as shit, got the gold grill like he Project Pat
That can't be facts, we used to clown that nigga cause he extra black
But they take that back, cause they bitches on my dick like a fanny pack
Gotta keep the shit real
In the Mitten, it was too cold
I remember when I felt poor
No Christmas, I cool in the south pole
EBT, colby jack, like a nigga ripping 24
But a nigga had the Shaqs on
And went in Hard in the Paint like a nigga breaking backboards
I'm humble man cause my past was
But the Beast is the flex that a nigga finna head towards
Nigga
Smerk, Mr. Gamo, HumbleBeast
Let these niggas know who you really are
Ight
You the truth, nigga
Nah just chill you can call me Smerk
No Cole this ain't no crooked smile
On my way down before I went to work
Cause last night we was super gone
No chaser, D.J. 42
Hoes catching balls like soccer moms
I think the hoes was 40 too
But sadly if knew how reckless we be
Popping champagne like its beer and do it effortlessly
Ain't come from Florida but we keep a Gator stitch on the T
But I mean that's just the Congregation don't be questioning me
I consider myself the leader
My team ain't followers neither
Unless you start popping off
Cause they follow back with the Heater
So really just keep it peaceful
If you tryna live in the sequel
I'm Live but get shit backwards, then I'm just down right evil
POW NIGGA