Lyrics:
and half straight bastard
No mask when your flag get captured
First class, take you to the rap hereafter
Gone in a flash and yet he gets faster
Sick when
to intrigue me ain't easy
Unless you bringing them bad beasies in three-bies
We be having them louder than one-ninety-four dB
Organ, grinding, so they pour
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to
Wasn't for rap, then I'll be sticking you, the MAC inside the Triple Goose
Face down on the floor's
G-eazy, what up?
From the back to the universe
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Fuck a scrimmage, this ain't practice
We put asses in
Tical , The Prequel
Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal
I mean that, "Ooh wee", three years and two G's
I'm back with new trees, I
on the front page? (Fuck)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Rap gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say
That's why I ones them everytime I pass em
Frontin wit young g the fox 5 captian
So which hoe want to fuck wit huns
So come ???????? one by one
So
round da G
Roll a 3.3 everytime I get bored
Give her da dick and she call for da lor
Ride with a stick they ain't gaurding da boy
Up and i'm lit now they
to pack the fo', put the nine on your hipster
Bang and gettin high, slap-boxin, yeah, a g-ster
Manchester Park, I remember summer school lunches
Mobbin
Back when I was younger
Very ambitious but often blinded by my hunger
Some say I dream too big
And my dream gon' take me under
Beneath
you can't beat that
Rap style but you see me
Where all them G's at
I ride with them killers
They might not make it to Jannah
But for respecting that
squad rolls up, it's Nuthin But A 'G' Thang
We keep raps potent, that's a gumbo thing, what?
[Kendra] (Buddha Monk) {both}
Got y'all niggaz on ya back
my p's q's in my jeans
G-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero
Four five ceelo, look how good I reload
Right back at you, abide by the g-code
Click
ignorant fools
Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule
Verse 1:
Me and my man contemplating
project bricks, this shit ain't no apartment
That P stand for me, you know that B mean a G-Brabus
Playin' with her pussy, she a doll, I'm with three
before rap, me and Scraps made P
In the traphouse, been through more racks than Page three
'Bout to build a mansion back home for my nephew
Them odors,
thing that Abel wanted to be killed by Caim
[Verse 2: Anónimo MC]
Yow...
Contamos muitos anos de carreira nesta estrada
Longa caminhada muita façanha
naučil milovat rap
Kdo ví, jak by to bylo teď
Museli jsme dvakrát točit klip Street
Neshodli jsme se s pár lidmi
Nemělo bejt ani SKRR3
Chtěl jsem skončit
a beanie
So when peeps see me on TV they be
"Geeze G he's off the heezy
That rap thing seemingly easy", Wait
'Fore I backslide, not a trap star
But a black
Before rap I had street fame
Sold a million three-fives, I went platinum in the weed game
We them hard boys, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pokémon
When I say my
모색해
내 mercedes benz 노란색으로 도색해
9번째 정규 앨범 hustle never ends
지금까지 했던 것들을 repeat again
i go yard on this motherfuckin rap shit
i stay real and these
we true and flew in life
Leave us JD and rock a party all night tight nigga
One two three four five six seven
I can rap like hell but make
I just buried my best friend
It's fuck everything
It's fuck them G-Unit niggas whatever
You claim better bang
I feel no pain as I kill y'all
Cause if
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