GVSHIT (feat. Jarvey, GV Honcho & Prod.Lilshiryoungshir)
Lil hoe yeah I know you glad I made it bitch
I know you bout to ask me for some paper bitch
Yeah dread head yeah young dread head on my haitian shit
Yeah rasta shit yeah rockstar shit
Aye bad lil bitch yeah big ass stick
I couldn't smell it when I bought it I can't smoke that shit
Don't got no hoe card lil homie so you can't pull my shit
Don't give a fuck bout no money this new shirt cost your rent
Aye brand new stick brand new blick
Brand new stick brand new blick
Flood out my neck I might flood out my wrist
Diamonds they dancing so I named em chris
Bust down bitch yeah I make it rain
Gv wit me yeah we shoot like max payne
Aye chasing that bag ima run it up
No I can't fuck with the runner up
Niggas too lame them niggas can't hang with us
Smoking on weed ain't no angel dust
Know ima smoke with the best of em
You smoking mid like the rest of them
Gv the gang and you know we be wilding
Can't fuck that hoe kus you know she got mileage
Brand new bitch and I don't need a stylist
Flew that hoe out kus she never flew private
Lil hoe yeah I know you glad I made it bitch
I know you bout to ask me for some paper bitch
Yeah dread head yeah young dread head on my haitian shit
Yeah rasta shit yeah rockstar shit
Aye bad lil bitch yeah big ass stick
I couldn't smell it when I bought it I can't smoke that shit
Don't got no hoe card lil homie so you can't pull my shit
Don't give a fuck bout no money this new shirt cost your rent
Gv Kay real as it get
I'm really toating a stick
Yeah these niggas really a bitch
Yeah she really sucking my dick
And then you kissing her lips
That shit as sick as it gets
Smoking exotic got me high as shit
Ima get money as long as it print
Ride in the hot box the windows got tint
I just shot 20 it left me with 10
She trying to be holy I'm making her sin
Theses niggas broke and it's making me sick
I had gripped on her thighs and it's making her tense
I had made it out watched niggas die in the bricks
What the fuck do I look like go cry bout a bitch
Are you willing to die bout that bitch
Kus you might end up dead kus a bitch
All of these niggas they know ima win
Smoking on gas that pack getting sent
This bitch a demon want nut on her chin
Gv the gang I put that on my skin
Gv the gang got the tat on my skin
GoodVibes going straight for the win
Gv shir did it again lil shir you did it again
Yeah I'm having money not friends
I'm having money not friends
I'm having money not friends
I don't know where to begin I don't know where to begin
I killed my girlfriend yeah that's why I don't got no bitch
I had a bad ratchet bitch then I upgraded
Now honcho fucking on twins
I keep getting backend on backend on backend
I remember I had nothing but lent
I'm in the mall walking around with my gang
Nigga gv a squad not a clique
She used to curve me way back in the day
Now shawty gone suck on my dick
I filled my brother like half of my plate yeah it ain't tell nun to split
I smoked like three paper planes to the face
And now I'm really high as shit yea
I keep on speeding when I'm on the highway
Im spilling lean on my fit yea
If you is not talking to me bout no paper
Then you is not making no sense yea
Now I'm getting closer and closer and shit
So this shit righ here feel like a inch
I just seen a undercover on the block so I'm currently hopping the fence
I'm currently smoking this dope yea
I'm currently hitting the gas ima float
I'm currently smoking this dope yea
I'm currently hitting the gas ima float yea
I know you bout to ask me for some paper bitch
Yeah dread head yeah young dread head on my haitian shit
Yeah rasta shit yeah rockstar shit
Aye bad lil bitch yeah big ass stick
I couldn't smell it when I bought it I can't smoke that shit
Don't got no hoe card lil homie so you can't pull my shit
Don't give a fuck bout no money this new shirt cost your rent
Aye brand new stick brand new blick
Brand new stick brand new blick
Flood out my neck I might flood out my wrist
Diamonds they dancing so I named em chris
Bust down bitch yeah I make it rain
Gv wit me yeah we shoot like max payne
Aye chasing that bag ima run it up
No I can't fuck with the runner up
Niggas too lame them niggas can't hang with us
Smoking on weed ain't no angel dust
Know ima smoke with the best of em
You smoking mid like the rest of them
Gv the gang and you know we be wilding
Can't fuck that hoe kus you know she got mileage
Brand new bitch and I don't need a stylist
Flew that hoe out kus she never flew private
Lil hoe yeah I know you glad I made it bitch
I know you bout to ask me for some paper bitch
Yeah dread head yeah young dread head on my haitian shit
Yeah rasta shit yeah rockstar shit
Aye bad lil bitch yeah big ass stick
I couldn't smell it when I bought it I can't smoke that shit
Don't got no hoe card lil homie so you can't pull my shit
Don't give a fuck bout no money this new shirt cost your rent
Gv Kay real as it get
I'm really toating a stick
Yeah these niggas really a bitch
Yeah she really sucking my dick
And then you kissing her lips
That shit as sick as it gets
Smoking exotic got me high as shit
Ima get money as long as it print
Ride in the hot box the windows got tint
I just shot 20 it left me with 10
She trying to be holy I'm making her sin
Theses niggas broke and it's making me sick
I had gripped on her thighs and it's making her tense
I had made it out watched niggas die in the bricks
What the fuck do I look like go cry bout a bitch
Are you willing to die bout that bitch
Kus you might end up dead kus a bitch
All of these niggas they know ima win
Smoking on gas that pack getting sent
This bitch a demon want nut on her chin
Gv the gang I put that on my skin
Gv the gang got the tat on my skin
GoodVibes going straight for the win
Gv shir did it again lil shir you did it again
Yeah I'm having money not friends
I'm having money not friends
I'm having money not friends
I don't know where to begin I don't know where to begin
I killed my girlfriend yeah that's why I don't got no bitch
I had a bad ratchet bitch then I upgraded
Now honcho fucking on twins
I keep getting backend on backend on backend
I remember I had nothing but lent
I'm in the mall walking around with my gang
Nigga gv a squad not a clique
She used to curve me way back in the day
Now shawty gone suck on my dick
I filled my brother like half of my plate yeah it ain't tell nun to split
I smoked like three paper planes to the face
And now I'm really high as shit yea
I keep on speeding when I'm on the highway
Im spilling lean on my fit yea
If you is not talking to me bout no paper
Then you is not making no sense yea
Now I'm getting closer and closer and shit
So this shit righ here feel like a inch
I just seen a undercover on the block so I'm currently hopping the fence
I'm currently smoking this dope yea
I'm currently hitting the gas ima float
I'm currently smoking this dope yea
I'm currently hitting the gas ima float yea
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Writer(s): Kaleb Alexander
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