Instrumental Gypsy Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, yeah

Yeah, every one a freak

Till they get up in the sheets

So don't say that you a freak if you not tryna take the

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, she just want some D from the J-I-T

Said her ex man can't connect like some bad IT

I don't ever do the beef, if I don't like you, I'll delete ya

Wasn't fuckin' with me, now they payin' for a feature

Used to treat me like I'm bummy, now they sayin' nice to meet ya

Call me chief just like I'm Keef, yeah

I'm smokin' on some reefer, and that shit wrapped in keef, uh

I'm snoopin' with my dawgs

And I'm high as Wiz Khalifa

Yeah, I'm Mr. Take Your Bitch

But really, I don't even need her

GTA, I'm on a mission

I can't stop till it's completed

She must think I'm Michael Jackson

She keep wantin' me to beat it

Florida boy, I'm on this bitch

And yeah, you know I'm gettin' heated, uh

Bitch, I'm heatin', I don't get mad

But you give me a reason

I'll call Lil' 3, 3 up

Florida boy, I'm hot all season

My bitch bad, she Costa Rican

Don't get mad, I just get even

But I'm way too high up

You pussy's can't even touch this

Yeah, way I'm runnin' this shit

I smoke this shit up like a blunt bitch

Uh, JTL, I'm just tryna live

They tryna see me done with it

Yeah, the moment I stop havin' fun

Be the moment that I be done with it

Think you all that and a bag of chips

No, it's not that and it's not this

My shit hit, your shit miss

My bitch like a ten

Your bitch look like a light six

I don't do pretend

I hop in, I get right in

All this shit off the head

I just think I don't write shit

Uh, baby, what it do

You say you wanna pull up, then come through

My bro like Nardwaur

He pull up, make it go doot-doola-doot-doo

You say I'm simping, yeah, that's cool

My bitch bad, she won't fuck you

I used to fall asleep in school

Now I'm in the stu

From the sun down to the sun up

Yeah, they down and we up

But sometimes I'm down, so I need me a re-up

Put salt in they wounds while we sip margaritas

Yeah, I'm on the court while y'all sit on the bleachers, uh

Uh, yeah, they miss me

Switch the beat so much

They call me instrumental gypsy

I don't drink, but if I do

I sip wine and lift my pinky

I just think I don't be writing shit down

This shit up in me

Having visions of a mansion

And a butler call me Jimmy

I was broker then the fuck in 2020 flexin' stimmies

Only difference is I got it in me

And I do not envy

My name Jaiden, but I go by Jaido

You can call me Himmy

Yeah I'm, yeah I'm him

Floating on the beat

You would think I got fins

Yeah, I do this with a deep passion

He was at the summit

Now, he in the past tense

Yeah, you do this, for the views and the flashing

Do I got gas, it depends, who asking

Too much sauce

Yeah, I think I need a napkin

Did my ass green, lil jit

You flagging

Yeah, we been having

You been sad

Boy, go get up

And get a bag

Yeah, I been good

But my bitch bad

I lay the wood

Then see you later, bae

Tryna get the bucks

Like I'm Tampa Bay

You a hater, boy

You sipping haterade

Like a gator, boy

I'm from the Florida water

I don't rap on beats

I just be floating on them

Like, uh

Yeah

Uh, uh

Yeah, uh

Floating on it

Floating on that shit

Like, uh

Uh, yeah

Floating on that shit

Like, uh

Uh, uh, uh

I just float on that shit

Like, uh