Lyrics:
you looking bad come and by my little freak
I've been doing me ever since Moore St old A town tell them that it raised a G
Matter fact play my shit all
can see me
My lifestyle not easy
Imma Dying breed No Polo But I know I'm still a G
Not saying dat I'm money man
I keep it in my pants
We don't bitch
No Limit, yeah southern hospitality we seizin it on you, my nigga Silkk
The Shocker, Snoop D,O double G,why, D,O double G, beats by the pizound,
G59, the misfit's
Swervin' and I'm fucked up, servin' time
I'm locked up
Chopper sprayin', Mack truck (bop, bop, bop)
You live a life of bad luck
All my
This rhyme
Was inspired by six-nine
So when you getting money
Just know you can get time
And don't ask kids
For vocals and ad-libs
If you tryna build
She know I'm too smooth, too swift, too G
She know I'm too cool, too tough, too sweet
I can't be stressing about a broke hater
You say you got money
Niggas stop being loyal when the money gone
Still walk in this bitch, I'm a hundred strong
One chain on my neck, feel like I got a hundred on
Look at my
don't know how to act
So I gotta stay strap, in case I gotta bang (let it bang)
S-F-O-G, I'm still reppin' the gang
Money talk, and money make niggas
an Aleve
It's still all on you, like volume 2 BG
See me DT in a GT
Downtown as I'm G nice in a fresh white tee
See I'm a gangsta, you a wanksta
I'm
lottery picks and be drafting these bitches
Money's my top pick
No switching topics
I'm tryna take a va-ca to the tropics with Benjamin Franklins hanging
my bitch a rider
And her hair long and she thick she got her ass from her momma
Uh, where the fuck I'm going? Uh, yeah
These niggas lame and they
head to la playa
My niggas is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get higher
G-lover spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Nick
clappers aimin at the wife
Yeah, dudes gettin money is still thuggin
Chicks gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish stilleto
Your team
G-pop
When I call she come like I'm hitting on the g-spot
Money over everything like its on the tree top
Grease spot caught you niggas slipping get
Start coming up, niggas , they come around
Get my money up
And a hundred rounds, they nah romp with us
We in the underground
They endin' up
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all.
We going to swing it like this
I'm right in front of my front steps
the
Shit back to the stolen car
Drive and park by the house is not too far
My gear was fat but still no money though
Talked to my homey then got
and park by the house is not too far
My gear was fat but still no money though
Talked to my homey then got fronted so
Stackin my shit, hustlin cash
Gotta get
you in a G5, shake it at an altitude
What you want i get for you
I won't try to save you, I will satisfy you
Yeah SVJ baby only if you a rider
When you
Donovan, you made this
Me and G-Sama, we keep the long with it, do it
You don't got one, so we couldn't go fuck with you
Yeah, shout out Donovan for
(Wallpaper)
Everyday BcNK cccount, Plus In MY Fees
Relax By The SUN, The Balance ON Beams
Empty Pockets Not Empty, Get Money Skill
M.O.E-Town, In Yo City
By the ocean
And we posted
Now the feds patrollin'
Rollin' with my riders
From the West Coast
In the back seat
Coolin' with the homies
Bitches know me
Count up a g today
Kick up my feet today
Smoke on a b today
Everyone eats today
Don't even need the fame
Fuck her she scream my name
Easy like piece
Yea
Its the gang nigga
Hey
Stack until my money long
Spaz until Im on the throne
You niggas sweet like honey combs
Im more like Sean Puffy Combs
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