Lyrics:
wit a matchin G-Shock
When the, spot get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now
Greed, hate, envy, what cake
keep watchin
Baby I don't give up
In this club
(Lil Wayne)
UhUh
Shawty want a thug
It started wit a hug
And the rest went like this
I gave her neck
grill now, protected by the steel now
(B.G.)
Hoes know Lil Duggey (B.G.) ain't right
I fuck you yesterday fucking your best friend tonight
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
the G.O.A.T., I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngins tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin', better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong 'til
the cars, and the coffee take green
I might ride tha range wit tha Roley on the rocks
Or push a candy colored cutless wit a matchin' G Shock
When the, spot
pass her around
G fazos when im walkin out
My brother got hit with that stick
So i cant trust a bitch
He got set up by a trick
Like vroom the car goin
me a K
For Christmas I bought me a Nine
If I see that lil boy he dying
Ay, I got a bad lil' ho
She gon' shake that cake
Yeah I know the lil' bitch she
autotheft
Got with a lil crew & now he not doing it by himself
One day timothy broke in a truck, quarter million bucks
What the fuck, crazy luck, now he think
I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin' with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil
My dreads hang, I grew up on Lil Wayne, bitch
We all tired of hearing all the same shit
I hear you talking, we don't speak the same language
We
those things (King, things)
Her Gucci bag tote, that's 'bout four G's (woo, damn)
Beard gang state, gold chains swing (boss)
Ass shots heavy, high
the Wammy's
I said, 'Where's the baddest bicth?' He said, 'Miami.' (ha ha)
Cause I run with a gang of niggas
Like: Big Greg, T-Harris, O.G. and Killa
We roll
Friend or foe, if or so, pick a lane
Lil' Wayne on my single now
Fucking hoes like I'm single now
Triggers close to my fingers now
But when the label
Whats up Warren G?
Whats happenin? I'm just chillin, you know
Checkin my game you dig, you know
Trippin off these fools around this situation
the definition of truce is
To lose it nigga you stupid
I'm wit' a movement so ruthless the O.G.'s with stripes'll feel like they got blue shit
Lil' Wayne:
Yo
Arkansas, Carolina to Kentucky
Dem Boyz got golds, candy paint on buttons
Even doe Lil Wayne, and Baby like to stunt
They still stayed humble and Cash Money
but we not makin' no G's
And that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from Player's
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Snooze gets you locked in about an hour
Look at big bro while he's in interrogation
Police looking at me
Not telling what I'm doing
Boy, I'm silent g cold
a ebonies fragrance
Young black nigga who ain't
Graduate from high school
Bumping lil wayne on his playlist
See look he just wanted to rap
But granny ain't
Always got what I need sometimes I got a lil mo
But I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough
I made be 's n see's up in to 5th grade
It went
Silly cat, wore suede in the rain
Swear he put the G in game
Had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name
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