Lyrics:
clean you up leave you disease lil nigga
Put you on ice mr freeze lil nigga
Its that ride or die
Caught him by surprise
Milli in my eyes
Knock him off his
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
Ha
Stick to the G code
Stick to the G code
Stick to the-
Stick to the G-
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
I can't tell on them, I'm sorry
Ayy,
I'm bout to square it off
Everybody better stay in they homes
Cus when I spit, I'm representin
I'm protected by chrome
My old G Hump done told me
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr
Chanel)
Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Lil' Twist, Lil' Chuckee)
My room is the G-spot (and young Lloyd, ayy)
Call me Mr. Flintstone I can make your
V woulda did it
Man I swear Mr. Greens, I went by that shit once
If I can't do it times three, 30k is what I dropped
On that lil bitch AC, man this
(Chorus)
I play the game by the G code,
Play the game by the G code,
Being real is all that i know
I live my life by the V code
Live my life by
Ya think we ain't, Lil Baby just hit the street
From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see what I see
He down wit me
My nigga Pete just got 2
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
’ve heard you’ve got the answers can you listen to my song
Can’t keep two feet down maybe one will do so tell me
Hey Mr. Hey Mr. hey
I tend to self-destruct
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
'm bout it mayne
We way over here
Up out your range
Don't try to be G
That's not your thang
You try me G
That glock gon' bang
K-I-N-G that's
be assed out
I'm Mr. Tray Deee
And since they say "G" as my title
My method mainly homicidal
Boom, and you know that
2-1 out the moon and my
restaurants
My Cadillac hops
I'm strong as an ox
I'ma fly by
And chunk deuce at the cop
Cause I'm
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil Bing]
I'm rollin' non stop
nigga was a skyper
My flow ridiculous
That nigga tripping
I'm catching him slipping like
I'm not lil pump but I keep a pump
Gucci gang keep in two G's
drown (I drown)
Lil' Dr1p Dr1p got a bitch on me (On me!)
Skeet, skrrt, drive, drug the bitch to her knees (Her knees!)
Took two sips, I went Chinese
deep, think this light-skinned bitch want to fuck with me
Lil' bitch got locks, she remind me of me, tell her pardon my playa, I'm keeping it G
And it's
up out dem clothes
I won't tell a soul so, jump up out dem clothes
I-I-I- G-G-G-go G-G-G-go G-G-G-go head and(go head)
G-G-G-go G-G-G-go head
it G, I keep it G
I deserve congrats (Why?)
I just turned my old car into a new
My basement into a presidential view
One into two, a milli into a few
real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, look
That time I forgot the bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
every day
I was taught every dog got his day
When them bullets go to spark
And the dog gotta lay
Better hope to God he don't jump with the K
Mr deLeon by
Mr.International
Havin Cash
NewWe$t
MoneyBags
Haters hate you mad
Baby I'm a businessman all I want is Money fuc the fame I'm a simple Man yeah
Baby
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
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