Long Live The Guys lyrics

[Intro: Goonew]
Hey we live in this motherf*cker Terk
Hey, uh, Goonrich
You know I got a drank problem and all, you know
Uh, let's go, uh, uh (Aye Terk, Sparkheem)

[Bridge]
My b*tch don't like it I be sipping this drank
You know how it be bae fighting them demons
Ain't kicking this cup I'd be lying to you
If I don't got no Tris' I don't know what to do (Uh)
This b*tch just kicked my cup (Uh)
Might sip Wock' with the 'Tuss
Today I sip red, I don't want that other stuff (That green)
Sipping that green, he might just uh, uh
He might just die

[Chorus]
This 6-4 sh*t put this sh*t on the map
Me and Terk cooking up in the stu' and it's crack
If you play with that Drac' then I let out some shots
2008, I'm taking it back
I was f*cked up, when Marley G died
Couple years I bought me a strap
I want all the money I'm chasing the racks
My chain two tonе and my wrist, white gold
Free big bro, they thinking he psycho
I'm sliding with lights, you know it's a light show
Shoot with that Drac', hit with that Micro
Uh, uh, I'm wеaring Balenci'
I'm wearing Givenchy
I'm wearing Dior, Amiri my denim
It's free all the guys, I wanna come get you
It's long live the guys, you know that I miss you
[Verse]
I want me a bad b*tch outta town
You know how I kick it
Hop in the Wraith with the stars in the ceiling
A n*gga go missing for all of that dissing
My b*tches say "Slime," they don't even get it
These n*ggas they snakes, these n*ggas be b*tches
I'm feeling like Ace when he worked in the cleaner's
He talking real crazy he don't even mean it
La Vida Loca you know how I be
I'm a solid n*gga I ain't writing no sheet
Don't f*ck with rappers man I don't wanna link
Got sh*t in the cup, but Goonew top three
That money counter go phew, beep
We trapping hard, but we trap 'til the lease
12 on my di*k, might go on a beach
I need 3k if you want you a feat'

[Chorus]
This 6-4 sh*t put this sh*t on the map
Me and Terk cooking up in the stu' and it's crack
If you play with that Drac' then I let out some shots
2008, I'm taking it back
I was f*cked up, when Marley G died
Couple years I bought me a strap
I want all the money I'm chasing the racks
My chain too tall and my wrist, white gold
Free big bro, they thinking he psycho
I'm sliding with lights, you know it's a ligh tshow
Shoot with that Drac', hit with that Micro
Uh, uh, I'm wearing Balenci'
I'm wearing Givenchy
I'm wearing Dior, Amiri my denim
It's free all the guys, I wanna come get you
It's long live the guys, you know that I miss you