GBG
[Intro]
Mello made it right
Great John on the beat by the way
[Chorus]
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, uh
Better get out the— fuck that
[Verse 1]
Shit got lit, I was taking that trip
Slide through, me and Billie on some shit
Free Fresh, that's really the 'Rip
Free Totetag, free Benji and Micc
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 an 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't stand me, they know they can sit
Drive me crazy, don't got a permit
Bitch, I'm out of my body, I'm ready to glitch
[Chorus]
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, uh
Better get out the— fuck that
[Verse 2]
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 got a buzz
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' him up
Took a 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 gettin' active or what?"
New whip, I be switching shit up
And they know they could look but they know not to touch
[Chorus]
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, uh
Better get out the— fuck that