Still G's

(Sefru this shit bang!) (E.T) It's strictly aus funk yeah I'm still not a driller Ain't no Biggie Smalls but I was born a sinner, thriller Like Michael Jackson I'm back from the dead Yeah I'm bringing it bringing back huh fuck what they said Cause my flows to hectic, please don't test this Step up to a G, ima show you who the best is Yes it's me take a seat, have a rest Just a G from the streets of Sydney south west I put the G in funk and the funk in the G Speakers in the trunk and we cruising down the street Locced out smoked out not giving a fuck They introduced aus drill but we bringing the funk Ain't nothing but a G thing baby Still G's when we come through crazy 4 G's got the party straight raging Making moves but these lads still hating Ain't nothing but a G thing baby Still G's when we come through crazy 4 G's got the party straight raging Making moves but these lads still hating (Jizza) Like look at what we've done here! No one from my ends has ever come here! Bringing the old school new Outta the mud, like a lotus Still paper chasing funds, don't give a fuck if you ain't notice It's like this and like that and like this and ahh I wanna merc adlayz and my picture up Aus funk pioneers Yeah that shit is us! I know they really couldn't picture us and now we lifting up (Ronza) Been thru some homes looking for wallets Now we eetswa cause we got Sus the gas check in the bonet Bring the billy got the solid Getting silly in the closet Pumping Billy's feeling dizzy But you know I'm always on it Yeah I use to creep creep creep creep creep & Then I found music and doin always sweet Really put the g in the funk Took the scene from the slum So put your c in the sun So put your c in the sun Ain't nothing but a G thing baby Still G's when we come through crazy 4 G's got the party straight raging Making moves but these lads still hating Ain't nothing but a G thing baby Still G's when we come through crazy 4 G's got the party straight raging Making moves but these lads still hating (Kymza) 1 2 3 into the 4 put the c in claymore Don't need a key I'm way more like snoop I make my own calls Bruv I take my own walks I'm my own man coming and fucking up the program Bumping and grinding like a slow jam Tell 'em to run it I keep 'em lifted like a boat ramp We still gunning more music coming to keep you float man And I got the green like the dopeman How can you say I'm not a G? I come and did it on my own while we was in the streets We was racking up for a mix in the paddocks Getting chased from the pigs in the wagons But they ain't never gonna catch us I know my usos got it so they always gotta back up Hitting alley ways back to the garage where I pack up And now I'm making music watch me get the money stack up Ain't nothing but a G thing baby Still G's when we come through crazy 4 G's got the party straight raging Making moves but these lads still hating Ain't nothing but a G thing baby Still G's when we come through crazy 4 G's got the party straight raging Making moves but these lads still hating