Out Da G

Yeah Junky Slim what da business I grew up around here Where are you from? Gifford, Florida Better known as the G Told my mama stop that stressing we gone eat We gone eat My brother Strawter thuggin still up in these streets Thuggin thuggin I told my sisters it's OK gotta believe Gotta believe And fuck you middle fingers too my frienemies I need a bust down money Bussin out them jeans Bust down bust down bust down Still in the streets dodging the ops chasing my dreams Chasing my dreams I told Mama don't cry no tears just pray for me Pray for me That's how it is when you're coming out the G I'm from the streets yeah No bloods if it's beef yeah Crip walking to see ya Five hunnid a feature I'm trying to fuck fuck a date Ain't got time I got money to make Like her ass got to make suntin shake I smoke gas ain't no using no brakes We got beef ain't no need for the fries I got sticks and them beams on 4 5's Niggas thinking I'm sleep but I rise Need this money like dead or alive They go and follow the beat of my drum Brr rump bump bum bump bum bum bum I just jumped off the porch and went dumb Guess the land of the G where I'm from Yeah Told my mama stop that stressing we gone eat We gone eat My brother Strawter thuggin still up in these streets Thuggin thuggin I told my sisters it's OK gotta believe Gotta believe And fuck you middle fingers to my frienemies I need a bus down money Bussin out them jeans Bust down bust down bust downs Still in the streets dodging the ops chasing my dreams Chasing my dreams I told Mama don't cry no tears just pray for me Pray for me That's how it is when you're coming out the G Yeah Coming out the G Shit was rough shit was really tough Niggas ain't never gave a fuck Bitches down to fuck Nelly been ran it up Yeah I've been keeping it real Yeah I've been keeping it trill You know how I be You know how I get I'm trying to touch a meal I'm trying to touch a bag Trying to get my Dukes about the G This shit make me sad Ridding around lil bitch I'm trying to get it Trying to fly us out in a private jet or a yacht Ma I'm at the neck Been ran up this check Don't ever forget I'm the hottest out Please don't run your mouth Your pockets in a drought my pockets falling out I'm trying to write the Louis V My diamonds VVS's You know Nelly come in hard Yeah shit really reckless yeah Told my mama stop that stressing we gone eat We gone eat MY brother Strawter thuggin still up in these streets Thuggin thuggin I told my sisters it's OK gotta believe Gotta believe And fuck you middle fingers to my frienemies I need a bus down money Bussin out them jeans Bust down bust down bust down Still in the streets dodging the ops chasing my dreams Chasing my dreams I told Mama don't cry no tears just pray for me Pray for me That's how it is when you're coming out the G Yeah