Pronto Reprise - Gallo

Oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah (yeah…)

You ain’t 'bout yo' job, boy, you ain’t doin' shit

Oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah (yeah…)

Aight

I got a rolly I don’t even check the time fo'

Not cuz I’m lazy, I just see it on my iPhone

I’m being modest, got a posse and a condo

If you 'bout the business you should give it to me pronto

A pair of bongos, show 'em, put the thong low

Get up in it, probably should’ve got myself a poncho

The Kam Chancellor, leaping for the block, though

Pocket full of cheese, I ain’t saving for the nachos

Ooh, pro tip, study while we do

The one that everybody digging ain’t really doing nothing new

Damn, shit

I didn’t mean to spill the beans

But I’m doing shit a year ago I only did in dreams

Tell 'em mess with me now

Baby, mess with me now

Was in a crowd with all the others, y’all in front of me now

And all the lights got a hold of my ego

I’m whipping something clean while they shaking in repose

Forgettin' 'bout the green, I will never go CeeLo

The only bars y’all got come from the depot

And now I’m on that mean shit, scared in a v-6

The chick who riding in it keep on blowing like Kleenex

The buzz in the bee’s nest

They saying that he next

And I’m in it, agreeing, no reason never to be stressed

The boy got a lean flex

And honestly I do this shit to gratify

I’m hearing issues how you never get it satisfied

And while they bicker, sipping liqueur, tryna strategize

I tell 'em «Quit it» they can save it for the alibi

Oh

I got a rolly I don’t even check the time fo'

Not cuz I’m lazy, I just see it on my iPhone

I’m being modest, got a posse and a condo

If you 'bout the business you should give it to me pronto

A pair of bongos, show 'em, put the thong low

Get up in it, probably should’ve got myself a poncho

The Kam Chancellor, leaping for the block, though

Pocket full of cheese, I ain’t saving for the nachos

I don’t really got a rolly but it fit inside the story

Had to lie about, just like every rapper did before me

And in a second I’mma tell you how I get 'em to adore me

How I tap 'em on the shoulder just to hit it in the morning

It’s a feed

Such a pitty

Feel the breeze

Through the city

On ya knees

Praying with me

Oh gees

He too witty

But I gotta get the credit where the credit is due

Instead of picking out the colors, split the cattle in two

A black belt with the medal, still won’t tell what I do

I’m in the kitchen burning brands.

raising hell with the crew

I’m the 1987 Martin Riggs in Lethal Weapon

Fuck with me for just a second, when you leave, get deep depression

I’m the chess game, checkmate

Where you 'boutta move?

I’m a nosh 'em with the drama, I’mma never fuck with you

See me watching Futurama, only death I want is Stew

And we below the influence, in just a sip you’ll be blue

Get the check

Hold the cash

Tryna flex

Pull the facts out

Sex

Get that ass out

Stretch

Bring the back down

Uh

And while they bicker, sipping liqueur, tryna strategize

I tell 'em «Quit it» they can save it for the alibi

Oh

I got a rolly I don’t even check the time fo'

Not cuz I’m lazy, I just see it on my iPhone

I’m being modest, got a posse and a condo

If you 'bout the business you should give it to me pronto

A pair of bongos, show 'em, put the thong low

Get up in it, probably should’ve got myself a poncho

The Kam Chancellor, leaping for the block, though

Pocket full of cheese, I ain’t saving for the nachos

Fuck (fuck…)

Oh oh oh oh oh

Yeah (yeah…)

These bozos got some fucking nerve

Coming to these parts, acting like you fucking Superman

You ain’t shit

Oh oh oh oh

Ha ha

Damn near lost my voice

I need some Earl Gray

Ya guys fuck with Earl Gray?

I’m get some Earl Gray

It’s GALLO