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Aldivino - Gat Lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
You know? Know what this is, man (Aha)
It's like, ayo, ayo

[Verse 1: al.divino & THEHIDDENCHARACTER]
Ayo, the stove hot, shorty on her knees like she makin' Salaat
Dollars, makin' a lot (Chi-ching!)
Apply knowledge, MacGyver the block (Aha)
Slime slide with a G-Lock (Bing!)
She know how we rock, goons rowdy in the spot
Give 'em the drop, you get a bounty on your skull, shit barb wired (Got money, man)
Smokin' two-hundred dollar, step in stilts, smokin' sour from the block (Haha!)
Turn the powder to a rock, like magic
Multiply profit automatic (Right!)
Margiela money wallets, and still I gotta have it (Gotta have it)
Makin' shit appear out of hats like magicians with a rabbit (Hah)
Talkin' like you 'bout it but you rattin' (Huh?)
Have a brick of that shit
And the cash (Still!)
Cappin' for Instagram captions cost your mans, actin' like, "What happend?" ("What happend?")
Hand to hand grams, good cuff or two, if you sturdy better have mine on a bag (Better have mine, man)
Understatment is sayin' we tapped in
From outta town and we tap shit (Know that!)
Center of attraction
Get you sent up to heaven like a past-tense (Oof)
Hell bent on Benjis, 'bouta cash in
Understandin' like a captain
My hook got every gun except a gatlin' (Boom!)
Get bopped, my young boy won't say nothin' like Charlie Chaplin
Put you head first in the trash bin
On the way to the bank while we laughin' (Ching! ayo)
'Bout that action (Right)
[Verse 2: THEHIDDENCHARACTER]
How you niggas want it? With the fist or the razor blade? (Woah)
Automatic weapons and switches are on the K (Brrt!)
On a day to day basis we gettin' paid, get an A (Yah)
I got hundred ways to skin a cat, kill you once and excavate your body just to put you back (Wow, put you back, nigga!)
Handle the role, whippin' crack, jumpin' out the Cadillac
Get your head splited with a battle axe (Brrt!)
Niggas can't see me like he got cataracts (Nah!)
Hit the strip, I move a hundred packs (Wee!)
Touched down with the work like a running back (Woop!)
Hurricane wrist (Wee, wee), the coke cooks, serve it to a cuddy jack
Sippin' the Clicquot, son of man (Woah)
You want a verse from a G - I need a hundred beats (I need a hundred beats)
Kontraband stashed in the stash box
In the caravan shakin' grams up (Woah)
Slide with killers in the sand back to Mattapan, gun in hand (Brrt!)
Chase and knock down, have you do the runnin' man (See ya later)
4 to 4, revolvin' like the Sun of Sam, shit (Woah)

[Outro: THEHIDDENCHARACTER]
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