Lyrics:
Hey
Ride to it
Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Bitch I'm G
Homie I'm G-G
Double O D
G
line
G-o-o-d things take time
G-G-G-o-o-d things take time
Tryna run so fast
You 'bout to trip
This ain't a 5k dash
No need to sprint
Sitting and waiting
, fake G checkin' me
Fuck the road but if anybody's testin' me
It's one step away like a 5-a-side penalty
Every Santander Nationwide remembers me
Right
up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but some want out
Trapped in a box
In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay
They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions
But nothin' serious enough
them gold thangs hit the curb
5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail
100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness
All because a big nigga
rolls
Skinny jeans and G-fazo's
Niggas throw shade on the low
It ain't nothing to me though, woah
I've been through the high's and low's
Ducking five's
on that Chronic, Boi you where I got it
This that J.O.G. prescribed to me by the doc from the street
Not Dr. Dre, he make my day and cool like cube
snitching niggas must go right now
I jus want my day 1's near by right now
This another story I been hiding for some years
Lets put a G-code upfront right
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
peace
Bury me a G, you n*ggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
peace
Bury me a G, you niggas can thank me! (Bury me a G)
By the second verse
You already know it's a homicide
All this pain in my eyes but I'm making
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
girl in here got to look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm
gettin’ richer (That’s wealth n***a)
I’m feeling like Huey P. and Huey Free’
Back to who I used to be, they ain’t used to me (“Yo’ who this n***a?”)
This
with choice
Kamikaze sicker than a mothaf***in' Nazi
Got a little question for that n**** that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For
is fancy, my talent enhance me
I'm out of this world my spaceship ain't landing
Rebels the gang can't tell by the branding
Don't Threaten the gang
the punk out of a
Nigga like Ashton Kutcher
Fuck you pay me! like nasty hookers
I got that recipe they tell
Me "pass the cook book"
Fuckin wit lil' weezy
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Turn the beam up, Scotty)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me
don't need a key (Whip don't need a key)
Bad one beside me and that's just to contradict the scene (Just to contradict)
Okay I'm smoother than I wanna'
Revolutionary Suicide Huey P
That's her and him, you and me Unity
Revolutionary Suicide Huey P
That's her and him, you and me Unity
Could it be he a simpleton
as Dino (Flintstone)
Shootin' dice with my ninety-five year old grandma at the casino (ball)
Countin' a half a ticket by hand, wit' my Mexican homeboy
deadly venoms, verse five be the livest
Strugglin' and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk-ass niggas don't even
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