G Shit

G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G shit
G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G

Come on baby
Show me something special
I don't believe in the one
So I got me several
You know how I'm rocking
Shit get heavy like the metal
I pull some strings and now you feel alive
I'm like Geppetto
I'm in the belly of the beast
Not a whale hoe
I tell them quick
Get to the point like an elbow
They ask me if I ever burn out
Hell no
But I bet I burn this marijuana
And inhale hoe

G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G shit
G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G

I'm with a bad joint
I tell her do her worse
I let her know I'm bout to blow
But she gon' do it first
Listen we getting to the bag
Not a newer purse
I'm talking Hermes baby
Not a Doone and Burke
Keep your head straight
We doing no turns
I done ushered in a fire
Now I just let it burn
I finish laying down the law
And then this court is adjourned
Fuck attorneys
I don't even give these pussies a turn

G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G shit
G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G

I won't gas a bitch up
But I give her juice though
I am like a period
Always got a new flow
Fucker thought that they could see me
Went up to that foo show
On some Drizzy Drake shit
Bought the first two rows
But I ain't getting packed out
I am on some backyard wrestling shit
And they just smacked down
I'm pure water
And they tap now
I backhand every beat
I put my mack down

G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G shit
G shit catch me on some G shit
G shit I be on my G shit



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Writer(s): Garry Richardson
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