Galore - Eric North, ashton-black, Cxrpse

Run up in your spot, that’s a thirty all on my hip, shit

On my school shooter, antagonist, never did shit

Got the block hotter than cooking it on a grill

Everybody hate a nigga who telling it how he feel, ayy

I just bought a new knife, come see how it feel

Stainless steel leave your head cracked open without a pill

Watch your head peel back, no, the skull don’t crack

I stopped fucking with niggas because they all gone lack

Catch me dashing on the wheels with a shorty who wanna kill

All my bitches in the back and they countin' up all the bills

Don’t complain no more, I know your thang ain’t sore

They be countin' this money until they brain get torched

Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched

Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»

I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore

Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy

That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy

That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy

That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy

That’s galore, ayy, that’s galore, ayy

Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched

Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»

I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore

Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore

Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched

Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»

I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore

Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy

AR-15 lookin' pretty damn mean

That’s thirty round shots to your god damn team

Niggas wanna ball hard, they think I’m Kareem

Niggas still running mouths, Glock with the beam

Hollow points really make a nigga start bussin'

Young loose cannon that I call Smith & Wesson

Fuck with Diversa and you finna learn a lesson

Bodies on bodies, catch a boy on TV

Young wild niggas with the triggers off safety

Think I’m all talk then, my nigga, come see me

Beat a nigga face, eating punches like he greedy

Throwing money at the bitches like they are the needy

Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched

Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»

I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore

Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore

Any nigga wanna beef, I know his brain get scorched

Four five blowing brains, my gun named «Lil Whore»

I don’t brag about the bullets but them things gone sore

Lead penetrating hard headed niggas, galore, ayy