G Shit (feat. Wnc WhopBezzy)
Glowll, BOW
Bitch, God Damn
Wuzzam Yeah
Put me in there
Just told my brother I love him & we gone make it out the gutta
Thats for sure shit
Run up its a problem, don't approach me on no hoe shit
My niggas sliding first, we start with diving and some more shit
Pressure only when a nigga swerving
Yeaaaa
Cut up act a ass, that's that raq shit I be talking bout
Here it when I talk its only facts what I be talking about
I just put in work they know I'm pressure I don't talk a lot
Double up & bring it back its pressure in the parking lot
Free my lil brother Brian even we don't talk a lot
Still show him love in the end we all the fuck we got
Im turning up so I be posted with a 40 Glock
I aint got no beef a nigga reach I give him thirty shots
Rolling through the city watch I turn up bad
Take off and fly back to my city know im on they ass im super turnt Yurrnn
Im getting cash they cant break me cause im too alert
Few hundred in advance I aint spazz this a new cat
Pussy go to jumping, tell her pop it for a new bag
Love the way I talk im from the south I thought you knew that
Put that pussy on me know I like it when you do that shit a hurricane
Know im bout my business cause I made it through the hurricane
G shit Unh Unh
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
G shit Unh Unh
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
Yeaaa
Aye look I aint got no mind I think it lost it a long time ago
Nigga know what time it is I catch him then he gotta go
Nigga im big Bezzy im big pressure I want all the smoke
Yeah, catch you slipping knock yo head off
Pull up on yo block let off fifty then I sped off
All I do is headshots im tryna knock yo dreads off
Gangsta on that mic well let me show you what this led bout
Dont do no insta beef that's what my nigga in the feds bout
G shit, (Unh, Unh)
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
G shit Unh Unh
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
Bitch, God Damn
Wuzzam Yeah
Put me in there
Just told my brother I love him & we gone make it out the gutta
Thats for sure shit
Run up its a problem, don't approach me on no hoe shit
My niggas sliding first, we start with diving and some more shit
Pressure only when a nigga swerving
Yeaaaa
Cut up act a ass, that's that raq shit I be talking bout
Here it when I talk its only facts what I be talking about
I just put in work they know I'm pressure I don't talk a lot
Double up & bring it back its pressure in the parking lot
Free my lil brother Brian even we don't talk a lot
Still show him love in the end we all the fuck we got
Im turning up so I be posted with a 40 Glock
I aint got no beef a nigga reach I give him thirty shots
Rolling through the city watch I turn up bad
Take off and fly back to my city know im on they ass im super turnt Yurrnn
Im getting cash they cant break me cause im too alert
Few hundred in advance I aint spazz this a new cat
Pussy go to jumping, tell her pop it for a new bag
Love the way I talk im from the south I thought you knew that
Put that pussy on me know I like it when you do that shit a hurricane
Know im bout my business cause I made it through the hurricane
G shit Unh Unh
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
G shit Unh Unh
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
Yeaaa
Aye look I aint got no mind I think it lost it a long time ago
Nigga know what time it is I catch him then he gotta go
Nigga im big Bezzy im big pressure I want all the smoke
Yeah, catch you slipping knock yo head off
Pull up on yo block let off fifty then I sped off
All I do is headshots im tryna knock yo dreads off
Gangsta on that mic well let me show you what this led bout
Dont do no insta beef that's what my nigga in the feds bout
G shit, (Unh, Unh)
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
G shit Unh Unh
Made it out the gutta for the weekend
Im from outta town but I can thug you for the weekend
No I cant commit but I can thug you on some G-shit you know street shit Unh Unh
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Williams Christopher Williams
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