Lyrics:
BUT
My mandem are certy
My mandem are trill
My gs get Jack's emm
My gs get wheels
My mandem certy
My mandem are trill
My gs get jack Emms
My gs gets
a new AMG
Dropping like 10Gs on a new chain
Dropping like 10Gs on a new chain
Bitches dropping they ass, I’m still getting poon-tang
I’m booted up, don’t
too much
I done had enough
Look at all these scars on me
Its all on me
Damn they all on me
R I P
Rest in peace to all my fallen Gs
Its all on me
Its all
leave his ass on the scene
81 Where im from 8 ball corner pocket party with the Gs
My Grandma died in the month she was born got her name tatted on my
sweets
Chille ide suite trinke vöde mit iss
Mache nume feats mit de grösste Gs
Gs Gs Gs
Verstönd mich null zero
Mit mine vibes zume better life
Cash out
Yuh know seh me gs are the Baddest
Grumpy, oh we are the maddest
Come through then we just Demolish
Back then we was ducking the Taurus
Everyday me
bloodz
We got them crypts and we got them thugs
We got them 9s and we got them slugs
We be on the scene and tearing shit up
All we want is the GS in
Birthday weed
We just smoke it up
New year best pour up
Hold up please pull up
All my Gs
Making guap sho nuff
Save the last for us
Crush it roll it
No pedí tu opinión
No habli si es solo pa tener razón
No pedí tu opinión
Dásela a mis Gs cuando sea un blon
No pedí tu opinión
No habli fucking bokon
sou cabra da peste
to com mano gs aqui fumando um
depois de varios
so mais um
Bunda Que Bate (x2)
Ela Derrete igual chocolate
Bunda Que treme
you some real Gs
I don't wanna be the one that's fake among them
Fake among them
Fake among them
Snakes among friends
All I got is just one me
it shit makes all the fuckin Gs bop
(Haha)
We've got a sound your local band wants
Bass drops for days comin' at you with the chop chop chop chop
Ahhh Haaa ahhh haaa ahhh
Brand new designer on my feet
I wanna go out like a king
Louis and then double Gs, G
Shawty den feel in love with my
I been getting money way before P.P.P's
Draco Smokes in this bitch, you all ready
Still thuggin' on the block with my O.Gs
Love & Appreciation, Baby
penses qu'à ton profit
Quand vais-je m'en sortir?
Oh Shit
Oh Shit
Oh Shit
Oh oh
Oh Shit
Oh oh
Y'a des hauts, y'a des bas
Y'a mes Gs et mes gars
Des bijoux
Big pattern imma roll with the Gs dem let me get lit fill a cup with ice
Took two sips imma take this slowly took a few more now we feel the vibe
up)
If you know then you know I won't like sing Khlaid
But I dodged me a bullet go ask my Gs (Dutty Gyal)
How the fuck can he chat About me
(How)
one
Only way I function
Savage like no Russian
See the way they dusting
Seen stranger things like Dustin
I love my Gs I trust em
I put that trust in
of the east
Got bad bs and they still on me
Still got my gs on me
Step back with a bop then lean
Still got the fam on me
Still ride round with the gang on me
And the crew the homies
Rip to Kobe
All my Gs we keep it irie
I do it for the family
Keep it smiling
Steady climbing
And I only want the love and respect
Your
and I'm watching it clot
Oh I need more mula for the wounds
C4 all up in the tunes
Gs stay black out, dressed in camo
You got diadora on your goons
I wanna
cayendo
Se van yendo como pan pal periquero
Me sumbo al que por ahí esté viendo
Tumbo al que por ahí este diciendo
Loco Sigo con mis gs
Loco sigo con mis
Stay lowkey with the money I'm making just know I don't wanna talk about numbers
B-B-B-Bad B wanna ring to her name no aftermarket OEM bumpers
My Gs
inside
Gradually clearing my mind
I ain't got no reason to hide
I've got real Gs
By my side
I'm at peace
I'm free
I'm healing inside
Gradually clearing my
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