Gimme Dat Green (feat. Krayzix)
Harem pants on if you tryna kick it
Feelin like Rafiki but I'm lookin like a Tiki
Boutta hop on the track, jumped in, no gang
Take shots to the brain, but its no Cobain
Betta slow yo roll fall back Rogaine
Rappers receding, no pain no gain
Boutta tell 'em what it is, what it be, what it ain't
Slick, moving like a pimp, don't got a cane
Shouts to Ricky Bobby Limbo is the Kid
Shouts go to Tise cause the beats is a hit
Shouts go to Sosa cause you know we made a bop
Shouts go to MIMS, this is why I'm hot
Sudo Miyagi, I roll with your shorty
I get the sushi but the booty got me like ooh mami
Get her dripping in the sauce, unagi
Southside Phoenix got more bloods than a clot
But I'm still on my tip like my cap sideways
Talkin bout guns like its not what we got
Pick it up down the street like an Arizona tea
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green, Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green, Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme dat green, I'm a blue note fiend
You cuffing that bitch, I just add her to the team
Don't got time cause I stay in these streets
Pull money out these hoes cuz I'm a real P
Put her ass to sleep when I give her real D
Just fucked on her friend like last week
If I run out of trees, bunch of niggas gone tweak
They gonna hit me up like nigga where you be
I grow my shit so it never run out
Just like this blunt ima put it in her mouth
Just bought a house now I need a new couch
That 12 gauge shotty like a puma when it pounce
I'd air this bitch out then blow a whole ounce
Ima shark, they trout, put this cane in yo snout
She fuckin for clout, took the pack down south
Now it's time to cash out, I'm throwing racks in the crowd
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green, Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
Feelin like Rafiki but I'm lookin like a Tiki
Boutta hop on the track, jumped in, no gang
Take shots to the brain, but its no Cobain
Betta slow yo roll fall back Rogaine
Rappers receding, no pain no gain
Boutta tell 'em what it is, what it be, what it ain't
Slick, moving like a pimp, don't got a cane
Shouts to Ricky Bobby Limbo is the Kid
Shouts go to Tise cause the beats is a hit
Shouts go to Sosa cause you know we made a bop
Shouts go to MIMS, this is why I'm hot
Sudo Miyagi, I roll with your shorty
I get the sushi but the booty got me like ooh mami
Get her dripping in the sauce, unagi
Southside Phoenix got more bloods than a clot
But I'm still on my tip like my cap sideways
Talkin bout guns like its not what we got
Pick it up down the street like an Arizona tea
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green, Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green, Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme dat green, I'm a blue note fiend
You cuffing that bitch, I just add her to the team
Don't got time cause I stay in these streets
Pull money out these hoes cuz I'm a real P
Put her ass to sleep when I give her real D
Just fucked on her friend like last week
If I run out of trees, bunch of niggas gone tweak
They gonna hit me up like nigga where you be
I grow my shit so it never run out
Just like this blunt ima put it in her mouth
Just bought a house now I need a new couch
That 12 gauge shotty like a puma when it pounce
I'd air this bitch out then blow a whole ounce
Ima shark, they trout, put this cane in yo snout
She fuckin for clout, took the pack down south
Now it's time to cash out, I'm throwing racks in the crowd
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the scene
Tryna count green
Running off steam
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
This what it be, up in the street
Tryna see green, Tryna stay lean
Gimme that green
Gimme that, gimme that
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Bell Sneed
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