Oh no
I ain't playing no games no more
Eugene, you're dead
No one's ever made Gus this mad
You really thought you had a chance, little boy
Wow, that's sad
You think you can play me like a toy
Your diss tracks just bring me joy
Yeah, they call me the trickster
But say another word, and I'll send you into twister
They call you the prince
That makes no sense
(Bro, Gus Chill)
Hee haw, the girls love me
They love me like..
Mane, what the heck
Yeah
Gus
Gus
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