You know me
I don't need no introduction and shit
S coupe on buttons and shit
I ain't tryna fit in
I can't front for shit
I'ma die right here, I can't run from shit
It's G homeboy, what's up with it?
You was hatin' for nothin'
She still f*ck with me
I'ma stuff all my pockets
With these blue hundreds
In my blue So Way Out smokin' blue Runts
Niggas ask me do I bang still
Tell 'em it sways
Your boy was tellin' back then
He still tellin' today
Had him run up in my pad
(Old snitch-ass nigga)
And they booked me for the gat
That I had under the pillow
Flyin' paper planes
Vegas Jones keep me straight
In West LA eatin' luxury grapes
By the year 2020
Me and my whole team be worth a hundred milli
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
They wonder why I still ain't dropped shit
I'm supposed to be rappin'
But I'm out with a bitch
Mastro Ocean Club, wagyu with the center pink
I'm tryna get loaded, baby
Tell me what you drink
Ain't no other nigga with a curl like me
At the Laker game on the floor, front seat
I like my dick sucked fast
When I'm on the freeway with
My foot on the gas
BG, G Skrilla, you can call me what you feel
Some call me G-Slim that know me for real
Long live Yams, long live Nip
Long live Corleone, long live Rich
Flyin' paper planes
Vegas Jones keep me straight
It don't matter where you from
Real niggas relate by the year 2020
I hope my baby mama finally stop trippin'
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
It's like it's like
It's like
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
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You know me
I don't need no introduction and shit
S coupe on buttons and shit
I ain't tryna fit in
I can't front for shit
I'ma die right here, I can't run from shit
It's G homeboy, what's up with it?
You was hatin' for nothin'
She still f*ck with me
I'ma stuff all my pockets
With these blue hundreds
In my blue So Way Out smokin' blue Runts
Niggas ask me do I bang still
Tell 'em it sways
Your boy was tellin' back then
He still tellin' today
Had him run up in my pad
(Old snitch-ass nigga)
And they booked me for the gat
That I had under the pillow
Flyin' paper planes
Vegas Jones keep me straight
In West LA eatin' luxury grapes
By the year 2020
Me and my whole team be worth a hundred milli
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
They wonder why I still ain't dropped shit
I'm supposed to be rappin'
But I'm out with a bitch
Mastro Ocean Club, wagyu with the center pink
I'm tryna get loaded, baby
Tell me what you drink
Ain't no other nigga with a curl like me
At the Laker game on the floor, front seat
I like my dick sucked fast
When I'm on the freeway with
My foot on the gas
BG, G Skrilla, you can call me what you feel
Some call me G-Slim that know me for real
Long live Yams, long live Nip
Long live Corleone, long live Rich
Flyin' paper planes
Vegas Jones keep me straight
It don't matter where you from
Real niggas relate by the year 2020
I hope my baby mama finally stop trippin'
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
It's like it's like
It's like
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
I don't need no introduction and shit
S coupe on buttons and shit
I ain't tryna fit in
I can't front for shit
I'ma die right here, I can't run from shit
It's G homeboy, what's up with it?
You was hatin' for nothin'
She still f*ck with me
I'ma stuff all my pockets
With these blue hundreds
In my blue So Way Out smokin' blue Runts
Niggas ask me do I bang still
Tell 'em it sways
Your boy was tellin' back then
He still tellin' today
Had him run up in my pad
(Old snitch-ass nigga)
And they booked me for the gat
That I had under the pillow
Flyin' paper planes
Vegas Jones keep me straight
In West LA eatin' luxury grapes
By the year 2020
Me and my whole team be worth a hundred milli
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
They wonder why I still ain't dropped shit
I'm supposed to be rappin'
But I'm out with a bitch
Mastro Ocean Club, wagyu with the center pink
I'm tryna get loaded, baby
Tell me what you drink
Ain't no other nigga with a curl like me
At the Laker game on the floor, front seat
I like my dick sucked fast
When I'm on the freeway with
My foot on the gas
BG, G Skrilla, you can call me what you feel
Some call me G-Slim that know me for real
Long live Yams, long live Nip
Long live Corleone, long live Rich
Flyin' paper planes
Vegas Jones keep me straight
It don't matter where you from
Real niggas relate by the year 2020
I hope my baby mama finally stop trippin'
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
It's like it's like
It's like
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
L, l, l, l, l, l-a south Central, Central
Number one in the section that I'm from
So Way Out but I'm throwin' diamonds up
When you see me in the city hittin' corners
When you see me in the city in my black BM
Writer: BRYAN WILLIAMS, BYRON O. THOMAS, DWAYNE CARTER, IOSUA TUMA, JEREMY NASH, TERIUS GRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Mute Song Limited, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Mute Song Limited, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: G Perico
Written by: BRYAN WILLIAMS, BYRON O. THOMAS, DWAYNE CARTER, IOSUA TUMA, JEREMY NASH, TERIUS GRAY