Lyrics

Hook)
Yeah, my muthafin' dawg Gurnoe don’t play,
Run up on him wrong, he gon’ blow you away,
Big sticks, big bags, f what you say,
Joshua James, bitch, remember the name.

(Verse 1)
Ayy, Gurnoe in the trap with a blunt and a pole,
Ten deep in the whip, ridin’ dirty as f*** though,
Came from the mud, now he countin’ up rolls,
Middle finger up, screamin’ “f*** all my foes.”

Talk that slick s***, better back that noise,
He been wild since a jit, never played with toys,
Now it’s Glock with the beam, he don’t miss them boys,
Leave a op in the street, then go chill with the boys.

Ice on his wrist like he robbed a bank,
Swervin’ through lanes, give a f*** what you think,
Drip so mean, make a preacher say “Damn,”
Gurnoe that guy, better check who I am.

(Hook)
Yeah, my muthafin' dawg Gurnoe don’t play,
Run up on him wrong, he gon’ blow you away,
Big sticks, big bags, f what you say,
Joshua James, bitch, remember the name.

(Verse 2)
He ain't never ran from s*** but a broke hoe,
Real street vet, he done seen that smoke though,
Shots rang out, he just stood like, “So?”
That’s a cold-ass heart, man, he lost that glow.

F*** a handout, Gurnoe earned his keep,
Used to trap in the snow, now he ball in his sleep,
Got your girl on his line, talkin' slick all week,
Might slide through, hit once, then delete.

Poppin’ off bottles, got Henny on deck,
Grew up broke, now the neck got a check,
Say his name wrong, get your whole crew wrecked,
Gurnoe don’t cap — he demand that respect.

(Hook)
Yeah, my muthafin' dawg Gurnoe don’t play,
Run up on him wrong, he gon’ blow you away,
Big sticks, big bags, f what you say,
Joshua James, bitch, remember the name.

Hey and listen don’t let me go near your kids or I might just start shaking ass butt booty naked Yall don’t wanna see my brown circle Josh out!