Lyrics:
yo friend
Like should I beat on all your mans and will that make it end
Or should I double back on you and make u lay again
That nigga told them people
(it's Dolph)
Uncle Vic told me stay down with this shit 'til it blow up (I got you)
Smokin' on some shit you not, got Wock-Wock in my soda (dirty)
to sell
I wear good garments. It ain't hard for you to tell
I can't lie, I'm doing well
By myself, got rich clientele
I got the product and the service all
this one for y'all
It's just my muther fucking skateboard dog
Shit I don't think it's scary to evolve
Won't ever marry me a broad
I'm in Tarantino mode
impressed by the gold boy, how I be shining
I feel like it’s not a thing, ain’t nodda
I ain’t crowning that’s yours boy, she y’all
Nah not a king
Tell
from the mud
I don't share my pain
But she feel it when we fuck
1 thing
I can never loose I be making moves
But your big old booty don got me in the mood
lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
Don't play wit' me, I don't have patients
My headachin', and I need my medication
Niggas be hatin', they
buck 'em til they holla
We gon let it rain like Nina Ross
with Tommy-gun-monsta rockets
Eventually niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide
Slippin time in
tell by what yo father does
If you wanna win then fuck it you should prolly follow us
Ain’t nobody doing it like me so I’m the starter bruh
I’m a young
Rock, Rock
Rock, Rock
All them big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentaygas
But I still gotta watch fa potholes
If I only had like six flags wavin' fa
with the kid
Famine got me big
I found my own shit
I had to remix
And now that I'm living like this
Huh
It is what it is
Got famous and rich off
he gone die today
My niggas getting shit touched all kind of ways
Make sure kids ain’t around when they bout to spray
Yeah
While I’m by the bay
be actin all crazy and shit
we count the same bread and lay in the same bed and
something like 69 with both mouths fed
yea she smoke purp with me
I don't understand why you hate on me nigga
Show love nigga
It don't cost nothing to show a nigga love
All we doing is getting money
Big body
No
yeah)
Everywhere I go I got them racks with me (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah yeah, you digg, for real, huh, huh, hey
If young Metro don't trust
chiefin a L out the O and I stay by my doley just me in my V
I bet my gas money that shit is on E
It might resemble the love left in me
Left me incomplete w
Cant judge a book by its cover told em catchup with no mustard
He couldn't keep up didn't have his funds up if I get rich then we all up
We getting money
catch em in the alley all alone
Put em in the prone
Pop! Pop! Pop! To the dome
Chorus:
It's the G-style
Gangsta style
Verse 2:
G Style, The gangsta
in town
Now you go and lie and your little friends are gonna swear to it
But that won't cut no ice with me
I've been looking all over for you half
Only thing Ima spare is these rounds when I'm looking for my share
I can see it all crystal clear
The panic on ya face while u tell me don't touch that
Well I gave all my money to the banker this month
Now I got no more money to spend
She smiled when she saw me comin' through that door
When I left
Well I gave all my money to the banker this month
Now I got no more money to spend
She smiled when she saw me comin' through that door
When I left
And cum real quick
But a rule of the pole
Lay it down, real slow
I'm a big nigga
She handles all this pressure
The way I lay it down
You think she'd end up
Steal all the candy 'n get rich
(Woah!)
Pussy super effective!
He want that Skitty, Delcatty
(Woah!)
He dropped that draco on me
Gengar dick ain't nothing
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