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GNAR – Cabbage Lyrics

Cabbage By GNAR:
Sorry I did you wrong
Sorry  I did you wrong, it had to happen
Sorry  I did you wrong, it had to happen
Ayy Yaygo!

Sorry I did you wrong, it had to happen (It had to happen)
And  I need all that green, I need the cabbage (I need the cabbage)
I  was down too long, so I had to grab it (I had to grab it)
And they won’t touch my chain
I  get to spazzin’, oh, I get to clappin’ (S---, s---)
I go to LA and just for a day, to f--- on a baddie (Yeah, yeah)
I shop in LA and I don’t do no baggage, I’m so far from average (For real)
She gon’ do whatever a young n---- say, ’cause I am the captain (Yeah, yeah)
I  held that s--- down, I had me some faith, like I was a pastor

Ain’t callin’ the officer (For real), I’m grippin’ the choppa first (Yeah)
New Rollie a presidential (For real), I make it go in her purse (For real)
Young n---- born to drip, I feel like paying for s--- (S---)
I feel like paying for s--- (S---), I feel like paying for s--- (S---, s---)
Up in the finer residential, if you keep poppin’ you little (Poppin’ that s---)
Got a new Draco, mini matte black and it pop like a zit (Zit, zit)
Ride with the gang, ride with the mob like we a family (Like we a fam)
Gang gon’ pull up (Gang, gang), wipe out your family tree
All my diamonds ain’t got no flaws, this s--- ten a piece (Look at this s---)
All this Off-White on, bet she notice me (Look at this s---)
These n----- know I’m a bully (Look at this s---)
Floodin’ your block with some bullets (Floodin’ your block)
Don’t cross me, I turn to a shooter
Put holes inside your medulla (Yeah, yeah)
Lil’ whoadie, he come from the ‘Nolia
Gotta keep all my racks ’til it blow up
Young n---- got a Glock nine, he gon’ shoot for free, uh
Take your life for free, uh
Knock your ho wig off, leave it in the street, uh
Leave it in the street

Sorry I did you wrong, it had to happen (It had to happen)
And I need all that green, I need the cabbage (I need the cabbage)
I was down too long, so I had to grab it (Down too tong)
And they won’t touch my chain
I get to spazzin’, oh, I get to clappin’ (F---, f---)
I go to LA and just for a day, to f--- on a baddie (F--- on a bad b----)
I shop in LA and I don’t do no baggage (Don’t do no baggage)
I’m so far from average
She gon’ do whatever a young n---- say, ’cause I am the captain (Me)
I held that s--- down, I had me some faith, like I was a pastor

I was a pastor (Ballin’ on these bastards)
Turbo, yeah
Big guap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(F--- the industry)
Say I’m turbo gnarly (F--- the industry)
Say I’m turbo gnarly (F--- the industry)
She think that I’m gnarly (F--- the industry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b---- (F--- the industry)
(Know I’m in the streets, f--- the industry)