#gnarly lyrics

[Intro]
(I'd rather die)
(He's still a stupid bast*rd)

[Verse 1: forestwlkr]
Ayy, I'm on the cam' like Carly, b*tch I'm gnarly
I'm a real rockstar, pull up to the party
Speak what I feel, yeah, I'm a real artist
b*tch on my di*k, yeah, she go retarded
Ayy, b*tch I'm counting up a f*ckin' hundred
Reto on my side and that muhf*cka be gunning
Spunk in the back and he came with the drumstick
Say I got Tourette's and pop you with my gun quick (You're a j*rk)
Got a muthaf*ckin' gun tic
Every time I wake up, I shoot shot just like Giannis
If we being honest, I'm not f*ckin' flawless
But I live my life, yeah, I'm livin' it lawless (You're a j*rk)

[Verse 2: 44yotta]
I live my life so appalled
So as soon as I make the f*ckin' bag, f*ck you all (You're a j*rk)
Yeah, me and my gang in the forest, we ball now (You're a j*rk)
Makin' all this cash and I'm getting all these calls, wow
'Member six months ago, I was weird
'Member twelve months ago, we sippin' beers
Remember, yeah, I said you was my friend
Never said that sh*t was gonna f*ckin' end
Now I gotta chill and make these amends
Not a dollar, not a dime I could lend
[Outro: 44yotta]
(I'd rather die)
Yottawlkr, motherf*cker