STAY WIT YA G
Grrah, like, it's that Sha Gz nigga
Y'all niggas know whats goin' on, nigga
Every O shot, everything flocked (War's Too Nasty)
Suck my dick, nigga (Mmm, nah)
Grrah, like (Turn that up, Young Madzz)
Grrah, like
Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like
I'm tryna hop out and creep
Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go
I had 'em runnin' on feet
Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like
They playin' hide and go seek, llike
Fuck Cobby, reverse the V
Smoke too much Notti (Notti), don't see how we see
Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E (Bobby)
Fuck Bobby, like, he should have read (Dotty)
Like, I don't care if the cops on the streets (Suck my dick)
I'm tryna up it and throw at his Ski (Hol' on)
Catch EK, stay with ya G (Stay with ya G, nigga)
Like, y'all niggas really OT (Suck my dick)
Switch lanes, who drivin' better than me? (Wait, like what?)
Watch out, I'm tryna dump out the V (Bow-bow-bow)
Like, grrah, grrah
Flick on the beam, put the dot on his bitch
Like, hold on, I'm tryna flock on the Mitch (Grrah-grrah)
Charlie, Zay, all in my spliff, like
Nazzy, Rippy, dead right in piss (Suck my dick)
Throw to my mans, now they dead, fuck a Rip (Rippy)
Like, that boy laced, tryna get him, he slipped (Bobby)
Nigga died in the back of the truck, not the whip, like (Hol' on)
Like, like, I'm tryna blitz, like (Hol' on), like, like
Jump at his bitch (C-Hii)
Bend through they block, hit em' and dip, like (Don't run, don't—)
He tried to run, but that nigga tripped (Hol' on), like, grrah
We rearrange him and dip (Bow-bow), like nah
That nigga just tryna diss (Bow-bow-bow)
We gon' hop out that OJ (Like), bendin' through both ways (Suck my dick), if he move wock, I'ma up it and—
Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like
I'm tryna hop out and creep
Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go
I had 'em runnin' on feet
Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like
They playin' hide and go seek, like
Fuck Cobby, reverse the V
Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see
(Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E) (Bobby)
(Fuck Bobby, like, hop out and creep) (Dotty)
(Put that dot on his feet, put dot to his tee, then he go)
(I had 'em runnin' on feet) (Hold on)
(Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep?) (See EK) Like
(They playin' hide and go seek) (Suck my dick)
(Like, fuck Cobby, reverse the V)
(Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see)
(Grrah-grrah, like)
Y'all niggas know whats goin' on, nigga
Every O shot, everything flocked (War's Too Nasty)
Suck my dick, nigga (Mmm, nah)
Grrah, like (Turn that up, Young Madzz)
Grrah, like
Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like
I'm tryna hop out and creep
Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go
I had 'em runnin' on feet
Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like
They playin' hide and go seek, llike
Fuck Cobby, reverse the V
Smoke too much Notti (Notti), don't see how we see
Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E (Bobby)
Fuck Bobby, like, he should have read (Dotty)
Like, I don't care if the cops on the streets (Suck my dick)
I'm tryna up it and throw at his Ski (Hol' on)
Catch EK, stay with ya G (Stay with ya G, nigga)
Like, y'all niggas really OT (Suck my dick)
Switch lanes, who drivin' better than me? (Wait, like what?)
Watch out, I'm tryna dump out the V (Bow-bow-bow)
Like, grrah, grrah
Flick on the beam, put the dot on his bitch
Like, hold on, I'm tryna flock on the Mitch (Grrah-grrah)
Charlie, Zay, all in my spliff, like
Nazzy, Rippy, dead right in piss (Suck my dick)
Throw to my mans, now they dead, fuck a Rip (Rippy)
Like, that boy laced, tryna get him, he slipped (Bobby)
Nigga died in the back of the truck, not the whip, like (Hol' on)
Like, like, I'm tryna blitz, like (Hol' on), like, like
Jump at his bitch (C-Hii)
Bend through they block, hit em' and dip, like (Don't run, don't—)
He tried to run, but that nigga tripped (Hol' on), like, grrah
We rearrange him and dip (Bow-bow), like nah
That nigga just tryna diss (Bow-bow-bow)
We gon' hop out that OJ (Like), bendin' through both ways (Suck my dick), if he move wock, I'ma up it and—
Mr. Get-Gritty, I stay with my G, like
I'm tryna hop out and creep
Put that dot on his feet, put dot on his tee, then he go
I had 'em runnin' on feet
Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep? Like
They playin' hide and go seek, like
Fuck Cobby, reverse the V
Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see
(Fuck Dotty, like, he was on E) (Bobby)
(Fuck Bobby, like, hop out and creep) (Dotty)
(Put that dot on his feet, put dot to his tee, then he go)
(I had 'em runnin' on feet) (Hold on)
(Thats a opp right there, oh, you think I ain't peep?) (See EK) Like
(They playin' hide and go seek) (Suck my dick)
(Like, fuck Cobby, reverse the V)
(Smoke too much Notti, don't see how we see)
(Grrah-grrah, like)
Credits
Writer(s): Madhahir Abdulaziz, Angel Fuentes, Shavar Williams
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