Lyrics:
stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet now let's keep it G
On some ref shit we don't trust each other
We
touch with those
Who are done bearin' the load
Of the suits we leave behind
Birthday suits, genetic code
Dilapidated a la mode
Get Edgar Allen Poed
Hot
business suits and temper fades
Damn I done came a long way
Still got a long way to go
Still sticking to the G code
Real niggas won't ever fold
Damn I been
Yo what up Sir Lit!
You got some more of that special drank?
Hell yea my G. This cannabis infused fruit punch will knock your
Shokras back in
Only Love I know was crucified
Same Love saying we should unify
I was living for a suit and tie
So I either meet targets or meet suicide
Struggling
rink
ICU I put him in the celly with the ice pick
You ain't seen me bumping in the suit I got the ice stick
With a nice lick, gotta pray I made the right
y’all I walk G
It’s mr never cop a plea
Ducking a skeez simply
Dreaming bout the re-up
And them niggas mad bcuz we
Plus we just touched down
So make
Tyriq did Ghost don't you tell me come clean
clphabet Soup in my suit, I just keep blowing G's
Pull up I'm really lactose I just throw up the cheese
London streets
It's kinda hard like a G for me to stay free, but I
Somehow, someway, stop myself from killing motherfuckers
Like every single day
suits, so religious, these muthafuckers ruthless
Blonde broads, Cuban cigars, shit I get the true
Lucky suit, VIP, Double M, T.I. truth
Cap guns, stab
and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do(do)
don't get it confused
and fifty doller tennis shoes, no suits
We some ballers pimp you oughta be followin our suits
No ad-libbin nigga jus do like I do(do)
don't get it confused
Heaven's sake, you pray God open the gate
In this modern day Sodom, that's their only escape
10 year olds are cold, no, they don't hesitate
2 up a G pack, he
of G stacks, We Murderers
This fuckin' life's got me feeling like a lefty
It's alright, I'll go hard, make sure this world don't forget me
It's
a suit with a smile that don't fit me (oh no)
Takin' a bus for some miles is gon' kill me (oh no)
I'm tryna turn it around, start this thin' from
Ready To jock traffic shoppers
Lookin good spendin somebody cheese
Look like they worth G's
Dress above they knee's
And g-strings up they back side
said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star
spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
Told y'all real high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you
clique moves in like the senator
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Throw gats to Guiliani
Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
Dangerous,
roll by, I got nothin' on me
'Cause the smoke's already in the air
I'm loped up with two braids in my hair
All star with the khaki suit
I'mma fuck around
[E.S.G.]
Roll-roll-roll your drop, Bentley down the street
Shining and grinding my leather reclining, the life of E.S.G
Now I was boss hogging, when
You know I'll never lie
I keep it real bitch
I got a real bitch
And if we ever in danger I keep a real stick
Choppas on a nigga he get fly like a G
what ever you need
Told him we ride till the wheels fall lets prove it to g
Though Im innocent mama tell me not to get into shit
I heard they out in
your head bop along drop it like you're famous
Me and my love sitting in a tree
K I S S I N G
First come love then a Grammy nominee
Drop down dip it low,
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