Lyrics:
tackles ,
dom naai
can't replicate my mind
I'm a man of respect no lie,
not really the agreement type
mirror man only time I see eye to eye
my g wys
wearin' it now
I want my kush delivered by the pound
I want my guap in offshore accounts
I want a trail of bodies at my throne
I want blood splattered all
and go get it even
G in the back of the Bach baggin bags up
Niggas hating they dot understand us
I had to work out and go get my man’s up
All this Dior I
servin rap classics
This ain't ya average see what I mean
imma add up all the bodies and divide it by 3
Peace to everybody that's been ridin with me
Say
smutty niggas still dancing
And while I'm posted up on my block, it's been real shit
It's Grape Street over everything, and yeah man that's the death
Hey hey hey hey
Bitch don't touch my shit man
Turn me down a lil bit man
The Fuck going on
She changed her life man
Big chop man aim it at ya face
on the third
Then you betta see me on the fifth
Boy I kept it G off the rip
If ya talking bout the last of the real
Then ya betta add me on the list
I put the P
ignored
And it's a setback and yet the clock still ticks
And if we let it, rap would be run by politics
I read it somewhere that every man's created
can get R.I.P.
Man, I'm still up on the roads, could've left (mm-mm)
Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don't give
a hater I stay elevated
Of course they gonna hate it, because they got bills and can’t pay it
Minimum wage salving, purple haze is what I’m blazing
Half man
a boy if you're bad, let's see
Your dad left home from young
And you ain't done shit for your mom, aw man, aw man
How are you relying on man like gyal?
a G-pass to permit this beef
I heard them man say they wanna war me but them youtes got insufficient P's (brass)
There's no blood on his take risk tee, but
master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city falling get that G falling in
Plead Carli kick it with
that label I grind, understand
They pose my damn mo master plan
Mo thugs my mighty clan I'm rowdy by nature
Fellow G bring it in S.C.T
My city
I have been praying praying praying
Double up in different verse
Stock up stock up we don't need no license
Bad man been loved by hater's
Level up
to link with my patna B
I might pull up to Coachella and buy up a whole P
Take it out to Arizona and smoke up the whole team
Bitch I'm rolliiiin'
Yo man
You
of the Starship TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
people who be vibing on with me
But tell these man that I be comfy by myself ah yeah
Don't watch my making, fly like vacation
Gotta be patient, I ain't
and the bag BABY
You come short, I'm a bust your head BABY
They name a dope man whodi
Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that C-P-3
Give me an ounce
when she on cloud 9
All she want is the schlong
That joystick got her going donkey Kong
By the way I'm Trizzy G
Got your girl in a spacious V
Phantom
skate with the p's
Like he Pha-rell
Ya'll niggas butt cheek soft
cnd pretty hoe frail
While we make paper off the soft
cnd you can tell by the smell
I
the baby wipes
Daddies gone and he made 'em sick
Yeah G we were sonning 'em
They really got tans we were sunning them
See them EQ dances there, we was
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