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Alr - Gvng Lyrics

Hook -
Red Vans, Red Stars, Gold Chains and Guitars
You hear us partying in the yard We Go DUMB & We Go TARD
Lil bitch we on, on, on, on, on, on, on
Bitch we on aye! AYE!
Red Vans, Red Stars, Gold Chains and Guitars
You hear us stomping the yard We Go Hella Fucking Hard
Lil bitch we on, on, on, on, on, on, on
Bitch we on aye! AYE!

Verse 1 (ALR) -
But I never heard that fuck shit yea
Do you know who you’re talking to yea
I go in, yea
Left yo ass, on the side of the road going so fast
But you can’t understand this weight
It’s something far more than great
GO ahead and do that for the GVNG
And fuck anything you’re sayin
What you talking bout?!
Like a badass motherfucka
I’ll pick your ass up
Slam you down like a suplex
Bitch I don’t care about you
Who Next?
Good Citizen in a duplex
Because we connect on a good vibe
We’ll always be on a dope strive
You could never match us
We too live
But I’m way too lit
I’m too high
I just put your ass in a runt
So might as well shut the fuck up
I don’t wanna hear that bullshit cryin
Oh my God are we fighting?
I’ll knock your ass out like Mike Tyson
Put your ass out like Osiris
Don’t fuck with me I’m way too excited
Cause I just put them on like
Hook -
Red Vans, Red Stars, Gold Chains and Guitars
You hear us partying in the yard We Go DUMB & We Go TARD
Lil bitch we on, on, on, on, on, on, on
Bitch we on aye! AYE!
Red Vans, Red Stars, Gold Chains and Guitars
You hear us stomping the yard We Go Hella Fucking Hard
Lil bitch we on, on, on, on, on, on, on
Bitch we on aye! AYE!

Verse 2 (Luh Pat)-
Luh Pat yeah I bang with the thang
Bitch you wanna fuck wit the gang
Why u think I’m playing any games
Baby keep away from the lames
Blood gonna rain gonna stain
Chevy skirting off in the lane
Bitch boy keep the strap
Neva got time for the lack
So I gotta run off with the pack
But I’m like a running back
Nigga gotta save gotta stack
Snaking ass boy you a rat
That life that I be living (living)
P p pour a cup cause I’m winning
You hesitate you get dizzy
Got got got the gang and they wit it
G Get yo ass beat
Boy I’m running like a track meet
In did the race they can’t catch me
I’m speeding off in that high speed
(Where did go)
North
Lemme find out where the gas at I’m puffin
Wreaking the loudest with Alr bussin
The 2 2 gone hit you like bitch where yo cousin
I made a mistake not to reload I’m running
Hook -
Red Vans, Red Stars, Gold Chains and Guitars
You hear us partying in the yard We Go DUMB & We Go TARD
Lil bitch we on, on, on, on, on, on, on
Bitch we on aye! AYE!
Red Vans, Red Stars, Gold Chains and Guitars
You hear us stomping the yard We Go Hella Fucking Hard
Lil bitch we on, on, on, on, on, on, on
Bitch we on aye! AYE!