Gee Flow

I told Zay Dawgg grab them gloves We hitting licks
Cannot leave no fingerprints
Judge be handing out them bids Hitting like ass whoopings
I told my bitch never flip the script On me
These niggas be snake in disguise Let's go
Like a Quarterback throwing hollow Points
Like ambulance leave your ass on a Stretcher

I remember a night I was down on My dick
You say you my brother but you fuck With the opps
Like that ain't G-code
Nowadays niggas yapping like Bitches
Phone ringing like a school bell got My old bitch tryna get on the hotline
Yeah I beat her lil Back down
Like where was you when I made Songs in my closet nigga
I ain't have no damn dollar nigga
Shedding tears bout' my mama nigga Rest in peace to lil Joe nigga
I remember back then my bro toting On that (Four-four)
He was ducking Eye sight from the (Po-po)
If my bro ain't got it I got it for him Like LA Capone, nigga yeah
Not breaking bread then he fake
Yeah I fuck with hoes and she fuck With dude
But let's Keep it G yeah You know wassup
Forty glock got that green beam
Ar-rifle chopping shit like a chef
Niggas be put up like a book nigga
They collecting dust on the book Shelf
Like damn damn let's go
Backtrack five years ago, you'll be Proud of me
Tryna drip you in that Prada but you Give me problems damn
I cut my last bitch off hoe ass got Some lying problems
Yeah I'm tryna keep these squares up Out my circle
But they come with Smiles and pussy nigga
Imma young nigga with them north Ways
AR kicking like Liu Kang, hitting Shit like I'm Bruce Wayne
Where my robin nigga that's Z Dawgg nigga
Pushing a charger it slide like a Hellcat, bitch I need bout' a hunnid Racks
Damn, can't nobody tell me shit
Hard time feel like lifting weights
You ain't in the field nigga most Niggas be bench players
Think we cap up in these raps
Keep it low and quiet nigga
A loud dummy get in jammy jams Like damn like damn

I told Zay Dawgg grab them gloves We hitting licks
Cannot leave no fingerprints
Judge be handing out them bids Hitting like ass whoopings
I told my bitch never flip the script On me
These niggas be snake in disguise Let's go
Like a Quarterback throwing hollow Points
Like ambulance leave your ass on a Stretcher

(Crouching like a tiger come up from Behind and blind you)
(I'm moving sticky with that blicky Hit You like you Ricky)
(Judge be throwing bids hitting like Some ass whoopings)
(Like damn like damn)
(I told Zay Dawgg grab them gloves We hitting licks cannot leave no Fingerprints)
(Nah like nah like damn)
(I told Zay Dawgg grab them gloves)
(We hitting licks)
(Like damn like damn)
(Yeah like where was you at nigga) (When I made songs in my closet Nigga)
(Shit I ain't have no dollar nigga)
(Let's go)
(Aye Double G)



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Writer(s): Gregory Ingram
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