Gardena's Finest

Whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger

(Trap-A-Holics)

(Trill trap shit)

Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

Ayy, woah, woo, ayy, yeah, woo

Ayy, uh, uh, uh

(This is a certified hood classic)

What, ayy, yeah, ayy, what

Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hit 'em with the stick, hit 'em with the pump

Watch his body flip, we don't give a shit

You know how I rock, loadin' up the clip

Pull up on yo' block, we don't give a fuck, we gon' shoot it up

Snuck into the club, you know I'm toolied up

Someone please point out the pussy ****, who tough?

I want all the smoke, I don't give a fuck

Oh shit, goddamn

I'm a real ****, ain't nothin' like them

Know what's up, no, we not friends

Pull off in the fast car, pull off in the Benz

Does she love me? Does she love me?

Yo ho love to scream my name when she fuck me

Bust down diamonds on my chain, lookin' lovely

If you lookin' for the kid, come find me

I ain't runnin' 'round, lil boy, I ain't hidin'

Throw a deuce, no peace, love the violence

I'm Gardena's best, I'm the finest

Your bitch tryna give me neck, she see them diamonds

Hit 'em with the stick, hit 'em with the pump

Watch his body flip, we don't give a shit

You know how I rock, loadin' up the clip

Pull up on yo block, we don't give a fuck, we gon' shoot it up

Snuck into the club, you know I'm toolied up

Someone please point out the pussy ****, who tough?

I want all the smoke, I don't give a fuck