Look I'm a gyalis
But I don't know who your gal is (Nah that's cap)
She put it on me like she was my stylist
Looking I put some casamigo in a chalice
And somehow your queen ended up in my palace
I'm waiting for one to land no Alice
Pull up in that color nan low mileage
Stars on the top like tem boys out of Dallas
And you know I ball hard like I don't know what a phallus
Shortly sayin' she a fan you know they don't wallet
Know I hit a fan like the malice at the palace
I can't even blame her I've been moving very stylish
Snappin' on shit talkin' real crocodiles (yeah)
Bust down the watch I want diamonds with a dollars
Get your teeth done put some money where your smile is
Back that thang up like you know who Juvenile is
Fuck her name with that CashApp and Pay Pal is
Gyalis your boy's style is unchallenged
Nigga fall back you off balanced
Talking behind her back now with silence
Ass look like it woke up and chose violence
Only been a city island you ain't really styling
Lead a city smiling while up on a pretty island
Came through on that late night call me Jimmy Fallon
I was like nine while and then I kept on wildin'
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