Shyz T. Villun – Gelato (feat. Spanish Jose & MoonChld Washington) Lyrics

Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe

Run up in ya with them sticks out
Talkin 'bout what you doing nigga
Don't make air this bitch out
Have you carried out like Uber nigga
I know it's not fair, short hair we don't care
Burning on that Gelato,  you smell it everywhere
F*ck nigga don't think I'm so fresh and so clean I won't fight I won't shoot out
Thug nigga to the end tell a friend muthafucka yea that's what I'm talkin 'bout
So roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it
Smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it

Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe

Oooh yea
Hittin the fire that fill up da ride now  look how I glide on the move yea 
Thumpin them beats while I sway up the street layin back in da seat like a pool chair
Like  who cares 
As long as I know that my crew's here 
And they fixin them problems wit tools yea, then who's scared
Not 1 of us, meaning that's none of us
What you gonna run on up, what you want gun go bust
We don't need none of them bullets we knuckle up
Better no violence so  silence
So shut it up
Please dont  try and go and  test my pride
I dont wanna reach for that 45
I'd rather have a bad bitch by my side gelato 

Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe

Moment after moment, I be rolling, I be smoking
Wide open on that potion, take a tote in slow motion
Gelato in my ride
Time flies as my eyes dry
Even as I write kites, high as a skydive
We some royal apes, f*ck all disloyal snakes
They, spoil your plans, uncoil they hands to pump the brakes
They not use to him
The attitude in him's confusing em'
To where they're not actually sure what to do with him
Rough around the neck, Rub em' down with some Eucerine
Big boy status, a pit the size of a Newfoundland
Pull up in 18 wheelers to fit the shooters in
Niggaz run up in cribs, like they moving in
Be a King or Queen is the theme
Know what I mean
And smoke that Gelato is the motto
You follow
Big ass pull, window down to my earlobe 
Ducking all weirdos, 6 speed, full throttle

Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe
Burning on Gelato with my window down to my earlobe