Letra de 'Climate Change' de GAWVI

Uh-huh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-oh, woah, ah-oh, woah
Hey, hey, hey (woah)

Climate change, don't need lanes, I need God
I make the sauce, I mean, yeah, glory to God
Shooters aim, I got range, what are the odds?
Never fold, we not the same, no, we not
Climate change, don't need lanes, I need God
I make the sauce, I mean, yeah, glory to God
Give me the turn, watch it all burn, litty, yeah
On my bros, on my lord, we won't stop

Rich like vous, faith done bloom, ball so hard with the Fear God shoes
I'm too live, take that dive, got my wrongs, but I feel LeBron
Yeah, woah, huh, climate change not my fault, yeah
Try and stop all my sauce
I cannot fake, this is too late, home of the saint, yeah, yeah
How many cars, how many broads do fill your heart? Yeah, yeah
Off in the deep end, what is you seekin'?
Boy, is you geekin'? We not so heathen, yeah
Devil wanna dance all night, had to quickscope on sight
Oh, you thought we was gon' fight? Oh-woah, yeah

Climate change, don't need lanes, I need God
I make the sauce, I mean, yeah, glory to God
Shooters aim, I got range, what are the odds?
Never fold, we not the same, no, we not
Climate change, don't need lanes, I need God
I make the sauce, I mean, yeah, glory to God
Give me the turn, watch it all burn, litty, yeah
On my bros, on my lord, we won't stop

I'm like ooh, gang, huh, I never had no pops, woah
Ooh, huh, gang, huh, now I gotta get to the top, woah
Ooh, huh, gang, huh, I'm feelin' myself
I had to go and count these buckets
They count me out 'cause now I'm stuntin', woah, ayy
Dade, we pull out the stick, oh
Gawvi said go let it hit, oh
Gawvi said get 'em, I got 'em, oh
I know the opps, yeah, I spot 'em, oh, huh
I got epiphany, my bro, devil wanna steal from me, my bro
Lucy gon' seem to please but please
believe he kill and seek destroy, huh, yeah
Fight that fight for me, ayy
Haters gon' hate like woo
Shake 'em off like this, uh
I curve that shone like err

Climate change, don't need lanes, I need God
I make the sauce, I mean, yeah, glory to God
Shooters aim, I got range, what are the odds?
Never fold, we not the same, no, we not
Climate change, don't need lanes, I need God
I make the sauce, I mean, yeah, glory to God
Give me the turn, watch it all burn, litty, yeah
On my bros, on my lord, we won't stop

Play the game, hold your tongue, you'll get far
Either that or you're pac in the car
I did it for the kids like Lavar
Talkin' wild while the family ball
Ayy, boy, please chill, why you keep it so real?
Got the whole room laughing, and your face blue still
All that comes with the press is the pressure, so much for a deal
My boy just got rich, broke in with a mil'
I feel your pain, forget the fame
I feel the flames, known from the climate change, who run it? (woah)

Climate change, don't need lanes, I need God
I make the sauce, I mean, yeah, glory to God
Give me the turn, watch it all burn, litty, yeah
On my bros, on my lord, we won't stop
We won't stop

Heathen