Gentlemen Lyrics - Singles - Illa Ghee

Over the budget 

Gentlemen, we're all players of the game 

I was an Autobot type of guy, I hated Megatron 

Now I drink gin and my best friend's a Decepticon 

Some de Ville edge along, sketches over Lebanon 

Messagin' the .44 long, iller than Kinga Kong 

Head on the Autobahn 

My automatic aims for head shots, devil horns 

I'm like the devil's pawn 

Group thinker but I'm walkin' all alone 

I'm an underground king with a pocket full of stones 

Out of order, breathin' underwater, the enforcer 

Think inside your daughter, takin' selfies with an orca 

Oral sex music, shootin' on a cruise ship 

Coward niggas talkin' but y'all never do shit 

Smokin' dro, rocket fuel and I blast off 

I quest love cause my roots is a black thought 

I talk lyrics that'll cut you 'til you're in the gutter 

Illa Ghee and I'm nicer than a mothafucka 

Sket times spee leave stains on a nigga curb 

The best MC, Bree painted a nigga words 

The A-graded great, the 8 holder 

Make soldiers shit on theyself, the game over 

Clapper got clapping back battle rap stats 

Forgot about the shaq attack havin' that 

I blast the Magnum gun loudly 

With very great honor, I'm the magna cum laude 

Cop a squat, they sippin' hot latte 

Get money, big dummy, somethin' Lamont pop say 

Bout to let actions speak more than words 

Weak sauce disturbed 

The whole crew you got is losers 

See-through tube socks, new, sock it to yah 

Crews poppin' Rugers 

New socker choose, watch your dude, watch your dude 

That's watchin' 2Pac in Cuba 

Constant new verse ave, Judo maneuvers 

Shittin' all in your bloomers, P 

Burn, another body on the iron 

Got the hood behind me, keep it grimy when I rhyme 

Driver seat recline, rollin' in the fishbowl 

No chrome, no tints, blow through with your bitch 

Big dog, I'm like a St. Bernard 

You 'bout as small as a Maltese, barkin' on a short leash 

You gon' get the party shot, get your ass mollywhopped 

Somebody call the janitor, we gon' need this lobby mopped 

Marksman regime, certified beast mode 

Personify street code, get your life repo'd 

Drive through funeral, come back and scoop you up 

With you in back of the hearse, your hearse on back of the truck 

Give a fuck, you can catch me with the crew or dolo 

Sicker with star with it, nigga plomo plomo 

It's fizz, woah, Mac, double OG 

Marksman, M.O.P.s, nigga