GBG (feat. Marshmello)
(Mello made it right)
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city, it's sick
Said she love me, she poppin' a tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the-, fuck that
Shit got lit, I was taking that trip
Slide through, me and Billie on some shit
Free Fresh, that's really the RIP
Free Totetact, free Benji and Mick
He ain't with it, we do him like Rick
And shawty she on me, she tryna get hit
Yeah, I'm good, she proud of my drip
She said she adore my Dior kicks
Fuck a Uber, you gotta get Lyft
In the air, that's an opp in a spliff
Never care 'bout no popular shit
They might pick up the heat, when I'm droppin' this shit
I'm a winner, you know I don't quit
They can stay where they know they can say
Drive me crazy, don't gotta permit
Bitch, I'm outta my body, I'm ready to glitch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city, it's sick
Said she love me, she poppin' a tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the-, fuck that
Still ten toes with my foot in the mud
Said I'm ugly, now she wanna fuck
I stay with protection, my gun in my glove
Ain't no cappin', he really a thug
They been tryna be me since I gotta bust
They gon' hate that I'm getting the love
And baby, I'm slick like I'm catching a bug
Run up on me he catching a slug
Gotta keep me a strap in this club
You know if he lack then we packin' 'em up
Took his strap, he ain't clap it enough
Ain't no cap in my rap, he a pack if he sus'
Shoot first, we ain't asking 'em much
They like, "We getting active or what?"
New whip I be switching shit up
When they know they could look, but they know not to touch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city, it's sick
Said she love me, she poppin' a tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm something like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the-, fuck that
(Great John on the beat by the way)
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city, it's sick
Said she love me, she poppin' a tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the-, fuck that
Shit got lit, I was taking that trip
Slide through, me and Billie on some shit
Free Fresh, that's really the RIP
Free Totetact, free Benji and Mick
He ain't with it, we do him like Rick
And shawty she on me, she tryna get hit
Yeah, I'm good, she proud of my drip
She said she adore my Dior kicks
Fuck a Uber, you gotta get Lyft
In the air, that's an opp in a spliff
Never care 'bout no popular shit
They might pick up the heat, when I'm droppin' this shit
I'm a winner, you know I don't quit
They can stay where they know they can say
Drive me crazy, don't gotta permit
Bitch, I'm outta my body, I'm ready to glitch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city, it's sick
Said she love me, she poppin' a tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the-, fuck that
Still ten toes with my foot in the mud
Said I'm ugly, now she wanna fuck
I stay with protection, my gun in my glove
Ain't no cappin', he really a thug
They been tryna be me since I gotta bust
They gon' hate that I'm getting the love
And baby, I'm slick like I'm catching a bug
Run up on me he catching a slug
Gotta keep me a strap in this club
You know if he lack then we packin' 'em up
Took his strap, he ain't clap it enough
Ain't no cap in my rap, he a pack if he sus'
Shoot first, we ain't asking 'em much
They like, "We getting active or what?"
New whip I be switching shit up
When they know they could look, but they know not to touch
You know I gotta stay with a stick
Get Back Gang in my city, it's sick
Said she love me, she poppin' a tit
And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss
I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit
Niggas hate me, I'm something like Chris
You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip
Better get out the-, fuck that
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