Lyrics:
2-15-19
2-15-19
Real Gs remain in silent
2-15-19
7-4-14
You know that's the regime
Angry on the scene
Like my sister Genine
Told you we is a team
Know some
we talk
and by faith with deliverance how we walk
until now ive been known to hit knees
but one time can i break it down for the Gs
i left a stain
Working eighty hour weeks
All grind no sleep
Motivated with the money tree
In the hood they call it moving keys
Getting closer to the hundred gs
It's smoking big trees with a style that's polished
Your not a G bruh bounce yeah i'm on it
We prolly smoking Gs or an ounce in the forest
Cold steez
bitches like they centipedes
We get this money, flip some honeys then we blow some Gs
I gave her life and then I showed her Bs
We fucked the world but
Got my black, yellow shirt, feeling like a bee
So fly, out my mind, chilling with some gs
Got my bee stinger tucked up under sleeves
Taking bowls
big stacks
Chillin with the Blocha bros
Always tryna get some hoes
Big money, big flows
You know we posted up where the money grows
Mama told me dough
on that wrist
I got my bitch she on the dishes
Short us on that drop you know that man going to turn up missing
Split it with my guys you know we some
Real
shots in the club like a bartender
We gone empty the clip leave em on sports center
Gs in my section Ima throw it up
Need some liquor in my system I'm
we can
Physically, you was killed by the weapons of man
But where you at now, you lamp, laid and max now
Where Bravehearts put they rap down in
life
Exotic band, bitch, imported from overseas
Different exotic coupes, purple Gs overseas
Started with tap water, now we off that rose
MB Mall
the drive-by complete (*Gun Shot*)
I know you've been told, we got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
The drive-by complete (Gun Shot)
I know you've been told
We got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
I be getting them symbols i guess I'm iconic
We really be smokin the best of the chronic
And sipping on vok i mix that with some tonic
I'm not what
Take leave and let's have some fun
Legacy forever won
We could think about the lies
Saturday 2am see those eyes
But all that shit temporary
Cuz when I'm
Big,(BIG)
Living my life got Love for my wife
Love for my team & love for my kids (love) working so hard we were building a biz
Big Praise for livin again
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
broke shit in my life
I got a big cheque coming with the commas all on it
Audemar shine like some Armor All don't it
Fresh out of fucks giving in
That's fake, make no mistake, new game Plan, gotta make some shake
Me and Mac Mays politickin' bout a play for Some land and some cribs on a real big lake
(Inspired by God, so gone get up)
Heard We we building Higher, Wanna come To Dubai
Wanna see me ball out, peeping what I Dubai
Brought the whole UnTamed out,
and sippin gin
We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce
We hit the studio and then bounce
We on some nigga shit, Nigga shit
Click shit, big figure shit,
Went from Mr. 305 (Dade County)
To Mr. Worldwide (all around the word), ayy, ayy
Now we're international, so international (oh, yeah)
the fuck, man? What's up?
C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
Mm, yeah
Yo Big, Big, Big
I'm up, yeah, I hear you, dawg, I hear you, man
the fuck, man? What's up?
C'mon now it's a quarter to six we got the 7:30 flight
Mm, yeah
Yo Big, Big, Big
I'm up, yeah, I hear you, dawg, I hear you, man
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