sylenthell - Giorno Giovanna Lyrics

Heaven or Hell?
Let's Rock!
(Yeah!)
(Holy shit!)
I'm still stuck inside this loop, I'm smoking purple Giorno
I just take my wrist and get to cutting like DiGiorno
This nigga is trash as f*ck, he waste money on promos
This bitch wanna f*ck with me, we f*cking, making porno's
I ain't runnin' out of the dope, yeah, I got a boatload
I just keep on sparking this shit up, it's f*ck the ozone
First thing in the morning, bitch, I'm sipping a 4loko
I don't give no f*ck, I take off on all these slowpokes
All black coupe, in this bitch I feel like ghost mode
I feel like the Iceman, nigga, I'm the Fro-zone
You could not even live my life, not even through no Go-Pro
Nigga I'm from outer space, I feel like Han Solo
Spill the resin on my Polo
I ship the pack, US Postal
Camera on me, movie mogul
This bitch, she stay on my mobile
Geeky bitch, her glasses oval
I think she like Barnes and Noble
I'm turnin' this shit up local
I'm by the shore, by the coastal
I be popping these pills, can't cope
Emo bitch, she want dick in her throat
On a trip, creeping up to the lick
Know what I'm saying? I'm on go
Nigga's ain't sipping wock, sipping tris
Weed stains on my Marc Jacobs tote
Niggas saying I f*ck with triple 6's?
Sylenthell ain't ever sold his soul
Flex the fit, I'ma gloat
See the opps on the spot, free smoke
Spark this shit up, burning slow
All black fit, fly like a crow
Cook this shit up in my pot
Casting this shit like a vote
Might kill myself, maybe so
It is so hard to stay sober
These niggas snakes just like boa
Clutching on my pistol holster
Feel like I'm falling back forwards
I'm trippin' off of my soda
She got molly in her cola
Shawty keep pourin' my 4's up
Robitussin with the beans, yeah
I take that shit 'till I throw up
These niggas talk all that shit, uh
But these f*ck niggas don't know us
Feel like the Sith with the red beam
My pistol strike like a cobra
I just keep bussing the semi
My neck is froze like the polar
I can't get out of drug coma
I'm outer space like the solar
These niggas talk shit, J. Jonah
I feel like Finn and Fiona
We don't fight niggas, no Lloma
Shoot a nigga in his dome
(This nigga's scared!)
Dunking, put 'em on a poster
F*ck your bitch up on the sofa
(F*ck that shit!)
Walk in this bitch and I'm changing climate
Baggy my jeans and my eyelids
Baby, this prison is silent
Don't love me I'm a liar
I'm high as f*ck like a pilot
Your bitch, she knew the assignment
I love these drugs, I can't hide it
Where is my soul? Baby find it
This bitch a fan like a sidekick
I see the weed, I'ma light it
We just shoot niggas, no fighting
Pull out my pistol, they're quiet (Shhh)
Better even when they're trying
I'm high as f*ck, I'm the flyest
Pull out my pistol, they're quiet (Shhh)
(Holy shit!)