G******g (feat. Cashy Cash)

We pull up we pull in foreigns
You niggas you niggas is boring
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ya bitch in the back
Front of the two seater now she in the trap
I do this for fun I don't even gotta rap
The racks is coming it's coming from packs
Pullin up I'm stepping out some cool J's about 250
Cuban link wit a couple bands and a bad bitch got his boo with me
Every time I'm stepping out you know a nigga got the crew with me
Flocka Ty got a 6 shot in the van nigga we don't do 50's
Model bitches we hit that, trap phones we did that
Road trip bout 100, about 20 k for the get back
Now its all about them bucks
Remember way back in them trucks
If they ain't sliding we pulling up
If you up then you better duck
Got some niggas that's gon shoot to kill
They up top from doing drills
Some other niggas that'll raid ya spot
Some other niggas that will get the drop
It's me and Paul in a four door wit a bad whore from Rushmore
She do the dicks while we pourin' fours she sniff the coke and she up more
Just leaning fast in a Benz drop
In my right hand I got a big glock
Never lacking nigga I be on the block
And my favorite meal from the chicken spot, gang!
And my favorite meal from the chicken spot... and my favorite meal from the chicken spot

All these niggas doing whispers we can't really hear
Tell her to pop a molly if she really care
Keep a blick, you know a nigga always there
On the block, you know a nigga always there

Yeah, Cash I got you
Look, yeah
Roll up the bud I'm an addict
I'm a big money fanatic
Chop up an onion and bag it
I used to hustle in traffic
They tryna uncover my tactics
Bust down I flooded the Patek
You youngins just fuck up the package
I come with a duffle of cabbage
Run up got guns in the cabinet
Fuck it though who want some static
You bugging my buzzing a savage
Fuckin wit us it get tragic
Tuck in ya chain I might snatch it
I got a plug in Damascus
Ya bitch tryna fuck like a rabbit
But no I can't crush if I had it
I used to be that street guy that was posted by the street sign
I'd bag like twenty three dimes and stash em in my levis
Forty in the waist and I ain't talking bout no jean size
Lawyers for the case cuz I got booked a couple three times
Framed me up in court I hate to say it but police lie
Feel like I was moving in a circle had to revise
Came back with a degree they looked at me like I got three eyes
I'm just the bigger man they see me rise because they knee high
Guess I have to remind
That I still got me some street ties
These pussy cats is feline
The real I had to revive
When it comes to beef I treat the shit just like a beef pie
So before you come for me I need it heated up and deep fried

All these niggas doing whispers we can't really hear
Tell her to pop a molly if she really care
Keep a blick, you know a nigga always there
On the block, you know a nigga always there