Lyrics:
on the top of yo ice cream
I'm the mystic thought inside your dream
Listen to the way we pulsate the jam
I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand
Styles that we
sight
Pistol grip fit right
Nice texture on the sides
Long rifle
If I'm out in the sticks a
Remington on the shoulder
Holding thirty ott six
Perc hold me up like a belt keep me up off the floor
I did this shit by myself never took out a loan
So my plug know that nothing was owed
Too many Ps in
pays
No be by power but na by his grace
Pulled up in skrrt, straight to the Money
We out here chasing nothing but the Guap
All of my niggas stay biz in
and watch your ass melt
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop
In the Central I roam, I'm close to home
The dangerzone, muthafucka, get your head flown
By a loc, I'ma smoke, I'm no joke
Drop the floor on a noose
be on IG
Phone too hot no PGP
Leave you in the CPT
Bro a fiend for codeine
Pull up leave you on the scene
She wanna fuck me I got green
Circle back by
make me understand the ghetto
I came from a place where niggas will kill you for a burrito
Every corner got hoes waiting to get jam in stilettos
not get the best of me
I will not be no rest in peace
I'm bound to let my weapon speak
My name is G Peso
I get to the monyon
I blow on exotic
It reek
Seinfeld and George Costanza
We fear no man and throw jams
That attack counterintelligence programs
Exciting like the epic adventures of Conan
(hah)
I
attachment bestowed,
Accomplishing goals, trying to stay in the know, i don a smile on my face but that expression’s for show,
When the beat drops, you would
swear, you think he own a store in G-town
he drivin' a hard bargain while I'm trying to talk him down
man you ready or not I can bring a car around
if
and it got about a 7-inch dick on it
Lil nigga, I'm G23, Gen 5, and it got about a switch on it
That stupid-ass nigga got caught by a TM5, and he had about
[mr. cheeks & freekie tah]
Eh, yo the buddah cess is in your area
Lost boy crew iz scarier
Fuck the police, they ain't area
Ya step to my crew and I jam
Monster, Killin it with my mofo monstars, Space Jam with the roster,
Young nigga shifting the culture, Only heat in my holster,
Is my tape, No debate, That
be only one on the path headin'
Highlander what can I say
Live forever or die by blades
Difficulties in the choices made
Lay low never in a escalade
No
will my rhymes hit em in the heart and come off clever
She call me baby talm bout come here I'll make you feel better
I'm thinking if I won't make it by
cool calm and collect
Fear in my eyes fear God not man
But I fear for my life stay strapped Iran
Ran in the race
Passing em by they scoff at my pace
gave niggaz exposure
I was carried by Allah on his shoulders
Sober my first AR in the hood
Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could
to the muthaphukkin man himself
[word up]
The D-O-G !
[Yeah]
Yeah, there's a lotta dogs out there, huh
but face it: right about now,
you're dealin with the hardest
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
never put the pussy on a pedestal
never put anything there in general
maximize your mind by going minimal
maximize your time by getting physical
when your
transportation
It's not my fault your that job is client facing
Just saying
Imma do me
By the way isn't this plandemic sparked by 5g
Network cables
Hella fables
like, "You lost son, think of the cost of being a moron"
But how is it they side by side in the morning?
Opposites attract
Opposites attract
Opposites
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