G.O.N

Man the real ones never fake
Ain't got time for clubbing
Got a lot up on my plate
I be from a block
Where most these niggas
Love to hate
But G.O.N be winning nigga
Ain't no damn debate

Pop outside the club
With a bottle full of bub
This stick ain't really little like it's
42 Dugg
They like Weezy really tripping, this shit never been enough
Put my feelings on the side
then put the henny in the cup

I keep hearing all the rumours
Why them niggas say my name
Don't compare me to these rappers
Man we really ain't the same
How you blaming only players
You can only hate the game
Said he really with the smoke
We catch him slipping with that flame

You ain't never seen em jumping out the whip
Watch them niggas do the flip
Make it spin before we dip
And then we park it at the crib
This shit heavy like a hammer you gon need a better grip
Play with me we put his sun out
Like he had him an eclipse

I know the opps throw a fit
Could have been inside the trap
But I need money that's legit
How the fakest claim the realest
Man they really flipped the script
Ain't no them without my niggas
Them boys really won't exist
Man That's facts

Oh you be sliding
Pull on them niggas make it skrr
Like what's popping
Grizzy keep it spinning fuck
He really got me nauseous
Hold on there go 12 you know we really play cautious
Still inside the hood like it's Compton

I send all my niggas out in country like it's Boston
Fresher than a prince And keep a Toolie
Call it Carlton
Damn I fucked a cougar, and she looking like ms Johnson
Need me a new whip, I might just buy them Aston martins

I need a scat pack
You don't really want to know
What's deep inside this backpack
Skully keep em shuffling
We play em like it's blackjack
This ain't really Vodka in that cup
Man that's the Yak Yak

Shmoki pull up in that Beamer
Damn I think it's time I really bought me
A two seater
She say it's for life, I think she dreaming
I might leave her
And damn I got the heat
I keep on fuming like a steamer

How you saying that you with us
But you hating on the low
Grab the ball you know I play it
Then I hit it on the goal
You be smiling in our faces
When we leave you start to troll
We know that nigga been a rat
He fucked around and almost told

Oh she a bad bitch
Fucked her and her friend
They don't know it even happened
He say he be drilling but we know that Nigga capping
All my niggas eating
Swear the team ain't never lacking
Mr. fuck around and take your hoe
That's my status
They be only good at telling lies
They be actors
You gon come around and hang with who
Where your passes
Never do it little we gon do it in the masses
Nigga