[Intro]

GORT (GORT, GORT, GORT)

-Beamy-Beamy God, make 'em run off, run off

Everybody in the scene is steady, pushing and pulling and throwing bullets in the air, hoping something would come out of it

Think your words so wack, I cut your tongue out Beamy-Beamy God, make 'em run off, run off

Everybody in the scene is steady, pushing and pulling and throwing bullets in the air, hoping something would come out of it

[Chorus: GORT]

Scratch that, my back when I'm back

Got a big bag of crack in my lap

Got a big strap, big gat in my hat

And the beat slap, but the words are so wack

Scratch that, my back when I'm back

Got a big bag of crack in my lap

Got a big strap, b-big gat in my hat

And the beat slap, but it's GORT, I'm so back

I'm like fuck 'em

Pull up with the tooly, motherfucka

I-I ain't really fuckin' with you suckas

[?]

All these rappеrs care about GORT

I grab a double barrel, put a holе through his forehead

I'm like fuck 'em

Pull up with the tooly, motherfucka

I-I ain't really fuckin' with you suckas

[?]

All these rappers care about GORT

I grab a double barrel, put a hole through his forehead

[Verse 1: BRUHMANEGOD]

You sucka-you sucka-sucka-you suckas way past this

See you can never step a foot inside a place like this

If he ain't doing nothin' different, then he ain't my friend

Pass, make your [?], so pass my [?]

I ain't playing 'bout that

If we in a party, then I bet he staying in the back-ba-back

Skin falling off, waiting for a track, they like

And they got nothin' to change, they see me [?]

Think your words so wack, I cut your tongue out, Beamy-Beamy God, make 'em run off, run off

Everybody in the scene is steady, pushing and pulling and throwing bullets in the air, hoping something would come out of it

Make money, fuck that, do what you wanna do

What you really wanna do ain't this

If it don't make dollars, well then it don't make sense, make it make sense

Bitch I ain't going out like this, you dumb motherfucka (Ahh)

[Chorus: GORT]

Scratch that, my back when I'm back

Got a big bag of crack in my lap

Got a big strap, big gat in my hat

And the beat slap, but the words are so wack

Scratch that, my back when I'm back

Got a big bag of crack in my lap

Got a big strap, b-big gat in my hat

And the beat slap, but it's GORT, I'm so back

I'm like fuck 'em

Pull up with the tooly, motherfucka

I-I ain't really fuckin' with you suckas

[?]

All these rappers care about GORT

I grab a double barrel, put a hole through his forehead

I'm like fuck 'em

Pull up with the tooly, motherfucka

I-I ain't really fuckin' with you suckas

[?]

All these rappers care about GORT

I grab a double barrel, put a hole through his forehead

[Outro]

GORT