G3 (feat. ripceej)

Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah, woah woah I'm tryna stack up my mills And' you keep on texting my phone Like baby your on bullshit Niggas they always on games And that's why ion fuck with ya boy That nigga is useless (Oh Woahh) Tryna stack up my money Your useless I'm tryna make all the money the blue strips Fell in love with my drac your useless I turn the drac into something If I make my money, call up 13800 We scamming, we robbin we make all the money then we turn they block wbut we spinnin for nothing Moved out the hood and I'm still tryna be something What it it fails, what if I end up bummy Go back to trap, and fail bout something If my trauma don't fuck me up One day I'll be something Imma go hop in the jet, imma hop in a G3 Imma go hop in the jet, imma hop in a G3 I kno' dat' lul shawdy jus want the neck You not getting shit from ripceej I'm counting up not check to check That's all why broke niggas, fear me Like a strip club Bitch I stay with my pole I'm making money Why y'all making jokes Talk down, boy' you want smoke Talk down, that nigga got hoed Put him in a pack, turn him to a strain Maskin my pain, they calling me brave I just need one chance, and I'm making it rain She gave me one dance, and It made me insane Now fuck that shit, I'm rich I get to the bread, before I get to a bitch She got a bbl, I put her on the list Purple wockhardt, Ian' sipping no tris My trauma got me mentally fucked up But I am too rich, got me fucked up Got me fucked up I was in the love with the money, the drill now Imma go hop in the jet, hop in a G3 Imma go hop in the jet, I was gon' hop in a G3 I told that lil Shawdy I just want the neck Told her that it'll really not please me Please Please me Sippin this sprite, got me fucked up all night D-Dad told me, Nigga be something in life Used to pull out my drac' nigga tryna fight Used to pop off a perc' nigga got me right And I know they be smoking, nigga nun light Nun light (Woah Woah)