Gifted Lyrics

Lowkey Mali, what's the word?

Look, this girl really gifted

New glock, put that shit in my bitch's bag

Rappin' and fighting a hobby, but look at me now

I'm gettin' a big bag

Wiping the blood off with big rags

Big chain? Getting that shit snatched

Karma I fight everyday from shit that I done, you can call it a setback

And I'm cracking your six

Three times, I don't fuck with Satan

Yeah, I'm jacking I'm GmbK

You get popped in your shit if you think that you're baiting

Call me Mr. Put Em' Down

Get dropped, 'cause I meant to put him down

Got a tool by my side everyday

Just incase I need to put 'em down

I'm in love with my girl

Yeah, I tell her that shit everyday

And she knows if they're fucking with me

I'll back out my piece, like nah, I don't play

And for bro, I'm catching a case

Let 'em run down, I'll show I don't play

I be stuck in my head, thinking about shit like over and over

People counting on me

Drill I go dumb and I swear that I'm sober

And I'll never go broker

So tight, yeah, it feel like a choker

Backshots, go deep, don't poke her

Fun sized, I love to stroke her

You don't smoke no weed?

Well shit, I guess that's more for me

I back out the gas, I back out the knife

Choose the type of smoke with me

It's her glow for me

Big blades, no time for poking, B

I back out the gas, I back out the knife

Choose the type of smoke with me