Lyrics:
I tuck my P high
Slidin' down two-fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside
They never heard me brazy, slappin' out of a G-ride
I show you how to do this
time
Flossed up, ready for some fun
Pacheco and Madhouse, the top guns
3 deep, rolling down the street so they all can see
That I'm with my G
Take a nigga out the ghetto,
But you can take the ghetto out of me
Bitch I'm a G,
I got to eat on these streets
Survive on these streets
I'm a die
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
(Yeah!)
But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery
From A.C. to O.G. to P.G. to P.C.B.
As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke
It's
on them man who the fuck are these neeks
Comfy round ere you ain't got no G's please Taking a bitch home making her knees weak
Making ya girl flirt is that
on God like that
On God man I'm just zonin
I don't need gas never get bloated
I don't wear masks only wit covid
Ima O.G. act like you know this
Eyes on "G
AXL
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time that I post pics
Trap money, rap
and Lee Wello,
p's involved and man are like hello,
hi,
come off the roads they're cold,
so I do music,
I'm hotting up shows,
if not back to square one
takes, a beep to get near me, uh
And mama always told me
I could tell a real girl by the way that she hold me
I live the life of a G
But tonight girl,
Ladies and gentlemen.. Fre-fre-fre-fresh!
T.I.P., aye!
I know a lot of y'all niggaz out there,
Man who ain't up on this down south shit
takes, a beep to get near me, uh
And mama always told me
I could tell a real girl by the way that she hold me
I live the life of a G
But tonight girl,
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin niggas out the hood and just divide em with fam
Hey yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse
make it for the family” cah I don’t wanna end up with a average salary
You know the pattern G, man I got choices, hoes they wanna follow me
She wanna
for you to spend a little dough
I heard about the carjacks and all the contracts
Out on me by your man Big D
Stink cucarachas, I bought his life
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
to see no blood
Fuck all that asshole and leave
Ya fuckin' head swollen
I hit like floods, better yet
I stick like mud them bitches P-N-C
I leave'em in
(I'm not going economy, no way)
Jheeze, ayy, hahaha
Ayy, mummy
(I'm claiming it, man)
Claim it, Amen
(I'm claiming it)
Claim it, haha
(I said,
should've caught man
I don't buy out the bar
Only red bull's what I buy at the bar
Walk in the rave
Couple G's in the place no P's to get
Waved but we're
rate, me one, two, three
Everything I do is just easy P
Yeah, I'm the one to be
Yeah, and that's fine with me
You don't know my name that's fine by me
hoes like Idaho potatoes (potatoes)
What am I to do with life as a G?
Being from where I be, D-P-G (where you from?)
It's magnifico
Ran into this
be cap
The niggas be lyin'
I told bronem, "On foenem (yeah)
The feds be watchin' the live" (foenem)
And I'm pushin' P, beefin' with my Drac', I'm
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