G Talk (feat. Young Tz & Kano Gun)
An my chain hang hella low...
So many switch up's like a rainbow
(This shit bussin you Hurd? Holla at my boy YLF)
Aye why that nigga talking crazy like he want the smoke?
Aye why that nigga at me like I won't pull up with scopes?
Aye Iv been smoking Dope Aye I'm going ghost
Aye run up on her door Aye then send her home
Aye
I be on the block bitch
With them chopsticks
All them niggas hate'n
Why them niggas always opp'n?
We be poppin
Run up on him
I got guap on me and she said that I'm bossin
Bitch I'm always flossin
Ain't taking losses
Bitch we in the field with them sticks and them monsters
(Aye)
(Aye aye)
I'm trifling bitch I get it rolling
You're bitch be on my dick
She said "James when is you next and rollin?"
Aye, Trifling bitch yeaaa baby girl come here let's take a pictcha
Trifling with that bitch I do not dance up in the mirror
But if I see you up on Tik-Toc best believe I'm coming there
(Gratat tat tat)
Uh, aye
(Grata tat tat)
Yea
Glocks out
Got them chops out
Run up on me boy I'm runnin up up in yo momma's house
Boy I'm going crazy in this bitch aye aye
Why you talking crazy in this bitch aye
Boy we got all them Glock's in this bitch
With the chop's I'm this bitch
I don't even got no time I'm fucking thots in this bitch
I was on the top with them hunnid rack's
G shit always had to get back
Sleeping cold night with the G's stacked
But I'm on top you know that street map
(I'm on TOP)
I was on the ride with my 40 by
Killa shit blow his lab up Bill Nye
Grata-Tat-Tat Red everywhere
No hair dye
Try ta take my bag
Don't be sly
Run yo bag or yo ass left for broke
Ten gram Joint and yo ass can't smoke
Man my bitch bad and she only deep throat
Free hoe free throw like a G tho
Take ya bike like I'm Deebo
I'm trifling bitch I get it rolling
You're bitch be on my dick
She said "James when is you next and rollin?"
Aye
I be on the block bitch
With them chopsticks
All them niggas hate'n
Why them niggas always opp'n?
We be poppin
Run up on him
I got guap on me and she said that I'm bossin
Bitch I'm always flossin
Ain't taking losses
Bitch we in the field with them sticks and them monsters
(Aye aye)
(Gtata tat tat)
(Grata tat tat)
Bitch
So many switch up's like a rainbow
(This shit bussin you Hurd? Holla at my boy YLF)
Aye why that nigga talking crazy like he want the smoke?
Aye why that nigga at me like I won't pull up with scopes?
Aye Iv been smoking Dope Aye I'm going ghost
Aye run up on her door Aye then send her home
Aye
I be on the block bitch
With them chopsticks
All them niggas hate'n
Why them niggas always opp'n?
We be poppin
Run up on him
I got guap on me and she said that I'm bossin
Bitch I'm always flossin
Ain't taking losses
Bitch we in the field with them sticks and them monsters
(Aye)
(Aye aye)
I'm trifling bitch I get it rolling
You're bitch be on my dick
She said "James when is you next and rollin?"
Aye, Trifling bitch yeaaa baby girl come here let's take a pictcha
Trifling with that bitch I do not dance up in the mirror
But if I see you up on Tik-Toc best believe I'm coming there
(Gratat tat tat)
Uh, aye
(Grata tat tat)
Yea
Glocks out
Got them chops out
Run up on me boy I'm runnin up up in yo momma's house
Boy I'm going crazy in this bitch aye aye
Why you talking crazy in this bitch aye
Boy we got all them Glock's in this bitch
With the chop's I'm this bitch
I don't even got no time I'm fucking thots in this bitch
I was on the top with them hunnid rack's
G shit always had to get back
Sleeping cold night with the G's stacked
But I'm on top you know that street map
(I'm on TOP)
I was on the ride with my 40 by
Killa shit blow his lab up Bill Nye
Grata-Tat-Tat Red everywhere
No hair dye
Try ta take my bag
Don't be sly
Run yo bag or yo ass left for broke
Ten gram Joint and yo ass can't smoke
Man my bitch bad and she only deep throat
Free hoe free throw like a G tho
Take ya bike like I'm Deebo
I'm trifling bitch I get it rolling
You're bitch be on my dick
She said "James when is you next and rollin?"
Aye
I be on the block bitch
With them chopsticks
All them niggas hate'n
Why them niggas always opp'n?
We be poppin
Run up on him
I got guap on me and she said that I'm bossin
Bitch I'm always flossin
Ain't taking losses
Bitch we in the field with them sticks and them monsters
(Aye aye)
(Gtata tat tat)
(Grata tat tat)
Bitch
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Writer(s): James B., Romiro B, Tristen R
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