Lyrics

Hey Ride to it Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Homie I'm G-G Double O D G double O D Homie I'm G-G Double O D G-G Double O D G double O D Homie I'm G-G Double O D G double O D Good God, whole squad on fleek Ten toes already know it's gon be Last week the homie tatted it on the cheek T double O F, G double O D Toof Gang gon eat, Toof Gang don't sleep With the hustle you can't muzzle, homie look at these teeth Give a fuck what haters saying when they speaking on me Get to pool ball socking, slick talking to a G PayPal racks, drop crack on the digi-scale Cops on twitter, now the snitches tryna digi-tell Old school country, but you know I rep the city well Don't skate, But I slide off like a mini rail Silky smooth beats, but the flow so gritty Still won't talk greasy grand slam you like a Denny's grill Every time I catch a brake a hater wonder did he fail Wishing we gon fall off, homie get a wishing well Ima put sin city on the map Ouija Macc got spirits in the trap Toof Gang and we taking back the swag We gon make these pussy boys grow their eyebrows back Shawty show me that pale white ahh ahh ahh Throw the booty like a tantrum in my lap Catch drain got requested on the track Wasn't fucking with us broke, go and nibble up a stack Bitch I swang around the world like inside-out boy Fucking with the Toof, oh this I doubt boy Dyed my hair blonde, slang scrolls like Malfoy Get up off my decomposing dick right now boy Waves crash daily we a rip tide now boy Guess you gotta catch us on the flip side now Crawl slow, paint drying on the whip right now Lick your crusty ass lips and get a grip motha fucka Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Homie I'm G-G Double O D G double O D Homie I'm G-G Double O D G-G Double O D G double O D Homie I'm G-G Double O D G double O D Posted in Japan catching tans Pocket full of xans Couple grand And I'm planning to sell these drugs up out the van I'm just saying Bullets spraying Like some public masturbation on vacation With some Haitians Eating on some veggie bacon All these hoes they like my shit Smoking on some pipes and shit Yung Chri$t boys nice, nice boys, Satan twice Rollin' on some dice Double cup up in my hand Cocaine, got it by the gram Hashtag shitbag, jet lag, pop tags Baller shit, poppin on my collar shit I'm all about a dollar bitch Tell your girlfriend come and holla' quick I'm all about a dollar bitch Tell your girlfriend come and holla' quick Clean cut, fuck that I'm dirty Swamp chomp stomp on the beat I spit murky shit Got beef mofucka' got jerky Your chick gobble the dick like she a turkey She said "work me" I said "surely" First we roll a blunt and blow it out ya heard me Now I'm fucking thirsty Chugged about thirty fucking cream sodas now I'm feeling sick Lookin' fucking green like Yoda Bitches surrounding me doing yoga fucking told You Ruby da Cherry ain't fucking sober very often All that coughing you doing I can't really hear you talking Mothafucka Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Homie I'm G-G Double O D G double O D Homie I'm G-G Double O D G-G Double O D G double O D Homie I'm G-G Double O D G double O D
Writer(s): Noel Burdick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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