Tinted

Last week hit her in the coupe
This week she calling me her boo
She loving everything that I do
She hanging with the squad and the crew
We was young in love yeah we grew
Hanging all day in the stu
The all on my dick what's new
(Yeah whats new)

Riding all day in the car with my girl I'm blessed (Baby I'm blessed)
Imma beat it up when I smash it put her hand on my chest (Put her hand on my chest)
Hit it from the back made her tap now she calling me the best (Best to ever do it)
We was young and dumb now we up and we counting all the checks (Cha-ching)
Shot my shot like I'm a cop but she didn't have a vest
She love the way I hit yeah she asked baby girl I'm a vet
Baby girl I'm a vet
Like her pictures throw it back imma catch

Imma catch it all
Standing in the pussy real tall
Hit it from the back made her fall
Fucked her good had her on the wall
I'm a baller baby had a ball
Never had a ball

You and me
Baby girl hop on my team
If I love you, you getting a ring
Yeah them diamonds you know they gon bling

Yeah they gon bling
Yeah they gon bling
Baby gon grow
Hop on my team

But we not done

Come on man Zay
You know he got some to say

Remember when I was a youngin
I ain't have nothing
Shedding tears by my cousin
Rest in peace you know I love him
If I catch him then we bussing
Ain't not talking no discussion
Pray this money keep on coming

Catch your bitch she down to fuck me
Might text her back if she lucky
All my niggas they can trust me
I pray to God ain't getting lucky
Pray to God a nigga touch me

Up this Glock and get to bussing
Straight to the brain no concussion

Whoah

Riding around with my team
Strapped with them 30s and beams
Fucked her good and made her cream
This shit ain't easy as it seems
Yeah my flow is too clean

Tinted yeah tinted
One day my windows gonna be tinted
Until then imma hustle and fight through the struggle
I swear I won't quit till I'm finished

I'm a G and the son of a hustler
Never switch up or do something similar
You a fake I can tell you an imposter
Double Bs do not fuck with no swindlers

Peep from a mile away
You can tell that I'm keeping the pace
Doing the dash and I'm winning the race
Don't call me fam if you cannot relate
General-K, that is the name
Don't you forget, engraved in your brain
After 09 swear shit wasn't the same
Momma in tears couldn't deal with the pain

On God
Shit is as real as it gets
I've been at war all my life
I'm classified as a vet
Ain't no point in putting work
If you not doing ya best
I think I've waited enough
Waiter, please hand me the check

Hand me the check

You know how we do
When we in the stu

Yaaaa



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Nwaboku
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