[Big Yavo & Obow G5]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I woke up (G5)
On them Percs, I told G5 let's get it (Let's get it, man)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
[Obow G5]
I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5, you the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler, but we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds, came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass, gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood, blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners
[Big Yavo]
I ain't even gon' lie to you, Big Yavo gon' blow like a C4
Lately, been rockin' lil' solo, these niggas, they so broke
And they don't stick to the G code
I threw back a Perc', went and rolled up some Cookies
And came to the 'yo, I'm in beast mode
You play with my profit, a price on your top, bitch
Skrrt, fah-fah, repo
You play with me, bitch, I'ma shoot you
Ain't nothin' like Craig, would've killed Big Deebo
My niggas locked up and they won't let 'em out
Nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Akon
These niggas, they green, Draymond
Big black 40 on me like Big Faizon
Love, I'm tryna run out the plug
Glock in my shorts when I hoop, I'm a thug
Lately, been rocking designer
I'll give you a hundred, you see me at Finish Line
I was blind when they crossed me
Like YoungBoy, I'm talkin' 'bout plenty times
Hardaway like Derez De'Shon, yeah
And I didn't have a penny, nah
Look, now I can spend it in Lenox now
Benzes and Bimmers, we rent 'em now
Fuck a nigga two times I'm Fendi'd down
Yeah, I'm walkin' 'round Fendi'd down
Free the bros doin' time down the road
Kept it solid, never fold, never told, yeah
Fuck a bitch, know it's bros over hoes
Remember used to share the same clothes, yeah
Hot nigga, so my heart real cold
Real ice on my chest, now my heart real froze
[Obow G5]
I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5, you the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler, but we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds, came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass, gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood, blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners
[Obow G5]
Get rich or die tryin' like I'm 50
I'm tryna run up my digits
Countin' blue hundreds and fifties
Bitch, we got choppers and glizzys
My shooter trigger finger itchin'
My shooter trigger finger itchin', yeah, yeah
All of the Glocks, they came with extensions
We was really really all in them trenches
My niggas, they servin' pots all in the kitchen
And it's so crazy, we came from a penny
Might hit the mall, I might fuck off at Lenox
Hellcat go fast, in traffic, I'm spinnin'
Fuck with these niggas, I know they pretendin'
Just had a lil' boy, know I'm stackin' my digits
[Obow G5]
I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5, you the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler, but we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds, came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass, gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood, blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners
I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5, you the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler, but we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds, came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass, gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood, blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners
[ Obow G5]
Yeah
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