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Instructions Video (MV)






G-Eazy - Instructions Lyrics
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You know?
(Mano)
Or do you?
(Hitmaka)
Uh, lil' bitch
(OG Parker)

Give no f*cks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb' truck, copped both, I said, "F*ck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we f*ckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)

Tapped in with my bro Hit, I seen him, I said, "What up?"
Late nights, I'm a vampire, I'm staying up 'til sun up (sun up)
Heard the beat, my first thought is, "I'm bout to beat this the f*ck up" (yeah)
Talkin' all that tough talk, like, "F*ckboy, come run up"
Real life star like Ringo (ayy)
Real life fly-ass gringo
Yay Area my lingo (woo)
Yaddadamean, I'm him tho (him)
Really I'm a real life cheat code (ayy)
Hit five in a row like bingo (bingo)
She on my line like free throw (swish)
Do you yaddadamean though?
Filipino, she from Chico, I can't f*ck no weak ho (ayy)
She gon' deepthroat, she gon' make that pussy pop like Clicquot (ayy)
Pop, pop, pop, what a freak ho (hey)
She wanna party at the casa, I said, "Bring your amigos"

Give no f*cks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb' truck, copped both, I said, "F*ck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we f*ckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)

Ayy, I told her, "F*ck me, I'll take you out that bucket"
When you in some good pussy, it feel like you in a oven (pussy)
Nigga you ain't gangster, you's a do-boy, you a puppet (pussy)
You might as well come work for me, go kill a opp, nigga, f*ck it (pussy)
We don't like opps, we don't fight opps, they duckin' (f*ck the opps)
It seems like the opps sponsored by Nike, how they runnin' (runnin')
Maybachs back-to-back, Ferraris after that, that's how we bummin'
Pulled up with a weak bitch, ah, I'm weak in my stomach (stomach)
Ride dirty and you know that (ayy)
Half of the backend, blow that (ayy)
I know where the money at, LoJack (ayy)
Shooter game crazy like Kodak (gang)
4Hunnid don't play, you should know that (gang)
Eight-figure nigga, you should note that (gang)
My ho's on a diet, low fat (gang)
Her hair all hers, no track

Give no f*cks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb' truck, copped both, I said, "F*ck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we f*ckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (yeah)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)
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You know?
(Mano)
Or do you?
(Hitmaka)
Uh, lil' bitch
(OG Parker)

Give no f*cks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb' truck, copped both, I said, "F*ck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we f*ckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)

Tapped in with my bro Hit, I seen him, I said, "What up?"
Late nights, I'm a vampire, I'm staying up 'til sun up (sun up)
Heard the beat, my first thought is, "I'm bout to beat this the f*ck up" (yeah)
Talkin' all that tough talk, like, "F*ckboy, come run up"
Real life star like Ringo (ayy)
Real life fly-ass gringo
Yay Area my lingo (woo)
Yaddadamean, I'm him tho (him)
Really I'm a real life cheat code (ayy)
Hit five in a row like bingo (bingo)
She on my line like free throw (swish)
Do you yaddadamean though?
Filipino, she from Chico, I can't f*ck no weak ho (ayy)
She gon' deepthroat, she gon' make that pussy pop like Clicquot (ayy)
Pop, pop, pop, what a freak ho (hey)
She wanna party at the casa, I said, "Bring your amigos"

Give no f*cks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb' truck, copped both, I said, "F*ck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we f*ckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)

Ayy, I told her, "F*ck me, I'll take you out that bucket"
When you in some good pussy, it feel like you in a oven (pussy)
Nigga you ain't gangster, you's a do-boy, you a puppet (pussy)
You might as well come work for me, go kill a opp, nigga, f*ck it (pussy)
We don't like opps, we don't fight opps, they duckin' (f*ck the opps)
It seems like the opps sponsored by Nike, how they runnin' (runnin')
Maybachs back-to-back, Ferraris after that, that's how we bummin'
Pulled up with a weak bitch, ah, I'm weak in my stomach (stomach)
Ride dirty and you know that (ayy)
Half of the backend, blow that (ayy)
I know where the money at, LoJack (ayy)
Shooter game crazy like Kodak (gang)
4Hunnid don't play, you should know that (gang)
Eight-figure nigga, you should note that (gang)
My ho's on a diet, low fat (gang)
Her hair all hers, no track

Give no f*cks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah, that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb' truck, copped both, I said, "F*ck it" (yeah)
Shootin' shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we f*ckin' (yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (yeah)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (yeah)
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Writer: Gerald Gillum, Christian Ward, Joshua Isaih Parker, Douglas Ford, Benjamin McGregor Wilson, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Terence Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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