G.D.Y., Pt. 1 Songtext
von A$AP Twelvyy

He could′ve went to Howard for law
Stayed back for the raw school was starting he was short
Had a book couldn't help only money on the floor
Serving dog food and whores pussy was his only flaw
Night on the strip he was jonesing by the store with a red bone
She showed him ass he wanted more

Fresh out of puberty she had him in her claws
She said wait a second my name amor
He said hola they call me Bhris Paul
I run the point from here to high bridge
Numero uno I get money
Member of the fly kids gadget like spy kids
Had a lil micky and a ride Slick with the word play sin city


She was turnt on a Thursday
She said let′s head to Yonkers
It's a telly we could smoke at
He closed up his hustle she bought up the road map
Blunts in rotation new
Gucci tape in
Next exit Paul started breaking following her fragrance
Shorty on the way in stopped at a days inn
Room keys waiting
Losing all patience gassed for the pussy
He wasn't even thinking blunts in his system
Now he started drinking walked to the car for the fronto
Heard some footsteps don′t move from behind yo
Move slowly homie move fast get blasted
We want the keys smoke and the cash kid
Paul said he ain′t have nothing gunman ain't buy it
Then you heard mi amor say

Nah the kid is lying
He been clocking all week I peeped the stash under the seat
They reached open the door
Paul ran in the street dodging cars and bullet shots ricocheting off trees
He running for his life wheezing barely could breath
More shots let forth he got hit in the knee
Now he limping in the dark spilling blood on the tree
Body getting weaker
Amor getting closer
He slipped and fell they found him slumped
Man this shit is over

Don′t let the game take over
It can end so painful
Pray the good die young die young they ain't never get a chance to
Wide awake nightmares nightmares I ain′t never been fearful
Could take us out the hood out the hood still gotta move careful


Once upon a time knew a kid they called flip
Played above the rim could've balled on the Knicks
Loved the street life he was saving on them nicks
Marching with the dimes tryna save for a brick
Vlone status everyday with the grip Nobody liked him went array on his clique
Bumping purple haze purple haze in the clip
Living in a maze he amazed by the dips

Triple og at twenty hellcat with the hemi smoking bogeys with the henny Main fiend jenny told him about a play out of town
Eight hours out triple price on the pound
He said let′s do it
Built the system from the ground Moved and set out all forth made it count
Really in it now
Raising triple crowns
Dabbled in the dark web imagine what he found
Guns for the low on the black market
War ready shit just to whack targets
He spent a bean on some boozkas
Travelled three states over linked with the movers
Linked with the shooters
Riding with the young locs prepping them for gun smoke
Told them we ain't buying nothing take it let the them know
We in it to win it
Pulled up handled business jumped out suburbans moving all urgent
Anxious with the heat
Russians popped out like boy take a seat you got the money
Yea we got the money
Locs start laughing
Russian ask what's funny
Cuzzi started blasting
Now it′s all action
Shot satisfaction
Popping out the wood work Everybody caskets
Head shot gorey its a never ending story The good die young soul stuck in purgatory

Don′t let the game take over It can end so painful
Pray the good die young die young they ain't never get a chance to
Wide awake nightmares nightmares I ain′t never been fearful
Could take us out the hood out the hood still gotta move careful

Don't let the game take over It can end so painful
Pray the good die young die young they ain′t never get a chance to
Wide awake nightmares nightmares I ain't never been fearful
Could take us out the hood out the hood still gotta move careful