Goddamn!
My girl a dime times ten thassa whole buck
So don't '@' me hoes, i give no fucks
Y'all got acme clothes, i got "Oh, what?"
This is man meets foe, Imma go nuts
Getcha cash out homie this a hold up
Only slack that I got a fruit roll up
This bitch cop try'nna snuff the donuts
I'm so Alcatraz, Al Capone how i blow up
Know what? (oh what?)
I don't even know bruh
Askin' for my autograph to sell it for the bonus
Told ya John Becker
I ain't need no lecture
Cuz I got my brain, my balls made of lead, yeah
I got some educators who doubted me, but
I got some educators who proud of me, yup
I got some friends who still ain't know a single thing about the G
But they be knowin that I'm fuckin bout my G bucks
Yup
I'mma fuckin' G cuz I be speakin' how it is
How it ain'ts V dumb
I'll be dead by 25 cuz I speak ring true
Make a martyr outta me, you'll make my words sting through
Poet from the promised land
California livin' got me lost in that
Berkeley forever when I floss my flag
And y'all are outta battery
Get up out my face unless you want assault and battery
I'm jus try'nna be the man I have to be, like actually
I'm ten times mother fuckin' flyer than I planned to be
Mother fucker don't tell me that you can handle me
I got a strong arm, wrestling his majesty
You gotta bad plug blessin' you his baddest weed
I got some mad love for my girl cuz I know she got my back when we fall
Cuz fallin' in love is kinda simple
At least with what I'm into
She got the type of body prolly' draw it with a stencil
Fill it in, paint it in, scale it and mural
Body like that make a boy go purple
Shawty like that make a troy turn Urkel
Laura, you're uh, so damn gorgeous
I'm lost in the glitter in the glitter of your eye, what a cornia
They be askin for Asthma
"Go and gas the league"
I do it half-ass passively
But they ain't handed me a badge to go and practice with
So I built my own way made of branch and stick
I ain't even have to go and try and gas a beat
This shit is automatic but the stick shift manually
This be that shit that you just can't delete
Put them lighters to the sky and just chant with me
If you high, high--
If you high and mighty I don't
Give a, fuck (Give a, give a-)
Give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck
Fuck
I dont,- I ne-, I don't,- wait
So don't '@' me hoes, i give no fucks
Y'all got acme clothes, i got "Oh, what?"
This is man meets foe, Imma go nuts
Getcha cash out homie this a hold up
Only slack that I got a fruit roll up
This bitch cop try'nna snuff the donuts
I'm so Alcatraz, Al Capone how i blow up
Know what? (oh what?)
I don't even know bruh
Askin' for my autograph to sell it for the bonus
Told ya John Becker
I ain't need no lecture
Cuz I got my brain, my balls made of lead, yeah
I got some educators who doubted me, but
I got some educators who proud of me, yup
I got some friends who still ain't know a single thing about the G
But they be knowin that I'm fuckin bout my G bucks
Yup
I'mma fuckin' G cuz I be speakin' how it is
How it ain'ts V dumb
I'll be dead by 25 cuz I speak ring true
Make a martyr outta me, you'll make my words sting through
Poet from the promised land
California livin' got me lost in that
Berkeley forever when I floss my flag
And y'all are outta battery
Get up out my face unless you want assault and battery
I'm jus try'nna be the man I have to be, like actually
I'm ten times mother fuckin' flyer than I planned to be
Mother fucker don't tell me that you can handle me
I got a strong arm, wrestling his majesty
You gotta bad plug blessin' you his baddest weed
I got some mad love for my girl cuz I know she got my back when we fall
Cuz fallin' in love is kinda simple
At least with what I'm into
She got the type of body prolly' draw it with a stencil
Fill it in, paint it in, scale it and mural
Body like that make a boy go purple
Shawty like that make a troy turn Urkel
Laura, you're uh, so damn gorgeous
I'm lost in the glitter in the glitter of your eye, what a cornia
They be askin for Asthma
"Go and gas the league"
I do it half-ass passively
But they ain't handed me a badge to go and practice with
So I built my own way made of branch and stick
I ain't even have to go and try and gas a beat
This shit is automatic but the stick shift manually
This be that shit that you just can't delete
Put them lighters to the sky and just chant with me
If you high, high--
If you high and mighty I don't
Give a, fuck (Give a, give a-)
Give a fuck, give a fuck, give a fuck
Fuck
I dont,- I ne-, I don't,- wait
Credits
Writer(s): Asthma (mason Gutierrez)
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