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Fire it up
High grade in my joint when I light up
Roll up by the 2 Gs
Cause I do not smoke on minor
Money Trees on my body
Cause T Dubb my designer
I

would rather have No friend
Real gonna recognise real,
Go find you find a team full of gs
And hold them
Yo
Lost couple friends this year but They got

Sag mir Bro, was is' der Vibe
Bin mit dieser Bitch face to face, doch das kein Skype
4 Gs, Blunt pur, nen' es 9 To 5
Wart' nur, nur noch auf den Hype

chiedi
Gs sto ancora in piedi
Trappi negro sei nato ieri
Mitico come lo Yeti
Sulla traccia due Negri
Col cazzo frate che ci fermi
Sto in overdose
Sto in

its houses im'a plot
Squad Deep getting rich with GS10
I got Alex, I got Duzi, I got Sini
I got Dash, Zackaveli, I got Zay
They're go add millions

Capone-E] *Talkin*
Snapper you got the guage

[Snapper] *Talkin*
Capone-E, let's ride da de da da

[Chorus 1: Fingaz [Snapper]
Do you wanna mob wit Gs [From

the check on me 
Finna flex on my ex finna Flex on Gs I'ma flip the bag better bet on me 

Everyday im walking feeling like i am alone maybe i should take off

Bullet für das Team und du bist zwar gar kein Ticker doch du sellst grad deine Gs
Ich hab die 30 in meiner Jeans und 30 an meiner seite ja du weißt ja wie

of fakes
Mamma said
"Watch out for the snakes, they gonn get you from the back"
My gs don't play
Nah I don't play 
Nixn don't play 
Ima hit you in your face

Tell me you want to smoke
Tell me you want to smoke
I got 20 gs we gon need a lot more
Dont worry about tomorrow
I love dope my mind gone

Bro like

Keep it on the hush
Yeah they all talk but they ain't saying much
Know that real Gs move in silence, that's tough
We live by the motto all hustle no

the script don't fuck with my Gs
In the coupe with a couple of Gs
We been runnin' a couple of hit
The hit from the draco make a badman
Go on his knees, back in

mother
Treat yuh like me brother
Tho we naav the same father
You a me dawg and a
That alone really matter
Suh me shout me real gs yeah
Me real chaagy them

Gs raggin' and rap inner peace
Real shit tappin' tags no cap
Talk ya shit nigga talk ya shit yeah
Street is cold this side I'mma talk my shit yeah
Talk

came in the game
Protection reduces trust just know we busted with aim
Your father is one of us, so many yet none the same
GS, GS, GSA
So many yet none

Makin big Gs spending cheese with Lil G
So foul no penalties, night owls another night out top speeds
And it's me and my team
Living a life uncut

In de gs
Geen medeleven
Het wordt fataal
U leven wordt vergeten
Wij komen loud
En vertrekken stil
Wij komen koud
En u body laat ik kil
Komen voor de

we grew up tough
Young Gs Street life So rough
But thats all we know Don't show no love
Nowadays opps give no fucks
No friends in the end how they all

Yo se las di y me mordieron la mano
Prefiero solo que mal acompañado
Estos Gs se mueven muy raro
Mi Cone todo el día cambia de aparato
No me tires,

Gs Slime, XT Goat 
Pendurado Meu fura tá no coldre 
É lipera Realmente se soube
Se o beat bate não tem quem não ouve  
Ela quer brotar fumar do meu

pulled up, in that GS35
Speakers is knocking, I just turned that shit up
Oh they still talking tell them shut the fuck up

This one right here for them

rhythm I'm driven to keep living
And it don't stop 'til all of my Gs winning
Money machine missions, money machine missions
Turbocharged vision, my AMG

anadai nitoe 50 gs
nitoe 50gs
Nitoe 50gs
Me nistude Nitoe wapi 50gs

Aligawa
Aligawa
Aligawa
Ati point blank ni aligawa 

Aligawa
Aligawa
Aligawa
Ati point

gs
I spent three all on a chain it came from overseas
Big bands on me right now I got blue strips
They like J why you be flexing in them new whips
Opps