capital G
Capital G Sh*t
BOS!
Lets get it
Aye, run that sh*t up Chase
Look
Ni**as out here woofin' talkin' bout what they gon' do to me
Bi*ch if I was worried I wouldn't have on all this jewelry
I might leave the stu and hit the pool, I got yo boo with me
She said can she bring her best friend, I'm like it's cool with me
Cryin' bout her ni**a broke that ain't got sh*t to do with me
Plus his a** a fan, always sayin' he went to school with me
I was gang bangin', sellin' weed and duckin' truancy
You wasnn't out here on the same sh*t, you couldn't move with me
I just hit a lick for fifty bucks and blew like 23
Brand new G-Lock 23
And it hold like 23
Got them P's jumping out the gym like they 23
And they go for 23
But you know I get em cheap
I'm on South Beach with a eat tryna beat her cheeks
She ain't trying to fu*k first night she could beat her feet
I might pop a yerk take flight, high as G.O.D
If you want some work pay me now, ain't no C.O.D
Boy you told you broke the code
Whipping work folks broke the stove
When big folks in the sky put me together boy he broke the mold
We get that sh*t by the load
Then put that sh*t on the road
Big a** VVS's in his necklace to attract the ho*s
V-V-V-8 when we skirt off
Making bi*ches have a twerk off
I can't trust you with no package You ain't never got no work off
I can't trust you with that blick If you ain't never hit yo target
Bi*ch I'm heartlezz and I'm lawlezz
Imma be like this regardless, GANG!
BOS!
Lets get it
Aye, run that sh*t up Chase
Look
Ni**as out here woofin' talkin' bout what they gon' do to me
Bi*ch if I was worried I wouldn't have on all this jewelry
I might leave the stu and hit the pool, I got yo boo with me
She said can she bring her best friend, I'm like it's cool with me
Cryin' bout her ni**a broke that ain't got sh*t to do with me
Plus his a** a fan, always sayin' he went to school with me
I was gang bangin', sellin' weed and duckin' truancy
You wasnn't out here on the same sh*t, you couldn't move with me
I just hit a lick for fifty bucks and blew like 23
Brand new G-Lock 23
And it hold like 23
Got them P's jumping out the gym like they 23
And they go for 23
But you know I get em cheap
I'm on South Beach with a eat tryna beat her cheeks
She ain't trying to fu*k first night she could beat her feet
I might pop a yerk take flight, high as G.O.D
If you want some work pay me now, ain't no C.O.D
Boy you told you broke the code
Whipping work folks broke the stove
When big folks in the sky put me together boy he broke the mold
We get that sh*t by the load
Then put that sh*t on the road
Big a** VVS's in his necklace to attract the ho*s
V-V-V-8 when we skirt off
Making bi*ches have a twerk off
I can't trust you with no package You ain't never got no work off
I can't trust you with that blick If you ain't never hit yo target
Bi*ch I'm heartlezz and I'm lawlezz
Imma be like this regardless, GANG!
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Writer(s): Glen Dooley
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