BiggKutt8 – Gift Wrap Lyrics

Gift Wrap – BiggKutt8 Lyrics

Run up on me, shoot a Triller like I'm Mike Jackson

On a 90 day grind, I want no distraction

When I dress in all black, this that drill fashion

Nigga not the same cloth, we two different fabrics

I don’t even shoot my shot, my shit be automatic

Turned my pain into passion, lights, camera, action

Remember back when everybody used to laugh at me

Now I jump up on the stage, bitches grab at me

Now they see a nigga shinin', remember I was ashy

Tryna be a daddy, baby mama tryna bash me

I was with my nigga the other day, but now he in a casket

All this pain could make a thug sing like Toni Braxton

Is you gon' let me fuck or not, baby I’m just askin'

I'm a rеal trapper, niggas waitin' on they taxes

Told my mama just bе patience, I'mma make it happen

Before I ever go out lackin', I'mma go out blastin'

Run up on me, shoot a Triller like I’m Mike Jackson

On a 90 day grind, I want no distraction

When I dress in all black, this that drill fashion

Nigga not the same cloth, we two different fabrics

I don’t even shoot my shot, my shit be automatic

Turned my pain into passion, lights, camera, action

Remember back when everybody used to laugh at me

Now I jump up on the stage, bitches grab at me

Niggas still flaggin', bitch I’m still trappin'

She don't even ask what I'm doin’ she know I'm zig-zaggin'

Catch a nigga on his birthday, we gon' gift wrap him

It look like a BBL, but it's all natural

Know I love the O, I'm fucked up 'bout the hoes in Tally

Fuck my cousin', told my auntie I can't wait to catch him

All these grams, I need a Grammy and a gold metal

My bitch say I'm a dog, at least I'm goin' to heaven

Where you was when I was posted at the 7/11

Everybody say they that If I let 'em tell it

Real killer, I can't talk 'bout murder on a message

Brodie killed my favorite opp and it made me jealous

Run up on me, shoot a Triller like I'm Mike Jackson

On a 90 day grind, I want no distraction

When I dress in all black, this that drill fashion

Nigga not the same cloth, we two different fabrics

I don't even shoot my shot, my shit be automatic

Turned my pain into passion, lights, camera, action

Remember back when everybody used to laugh at me

Now I jump up on the stage, bitches grab at me