Whoa
Whoa
Sit down and listen bitch
It's been a minute since
I came and talked my shit
Let's go, three in the cut
I just be rolling shit up
Like what?
Weed in a blunt, I ain't record in a month
Uh, double the cup, cold like I'm icy as f*ck
Yeaaaah, ain't gonna bluff, shit is about to get rough
I just be eating these rappers like this shit is dinner and I skipped my lunch
I just get right to the punch, like upper cuts coming straight to the gut
I'm doing too much, switching lanes pop the clutch
Privacy is untouched and there's very few that I trust cause
I'm looking like what got into these fools
Is it the pills or maybe the booze
Acting like I don't got shit to lose
When this is what the f*ck that I do hoe
Like I got two phones
And you should hit me up cause I'm back and I won't be too long
So baby put your shoes on and pick me up cause I'm too gone
Business man with no suit on, you talking shit but got two songs, that's too wrong pause
Bring it back for me
I got them all shaking ass so naturally
The funny thing is I give them half of me
Now this some shit that you had to see
Ooo, to tell you the truth, I poured a fifth in my juice
To try and get loose, I got the boof
I got the boof, yeah I got the boof
It came from Peru
Two grams in my shoe
My flow is so hot, my flow is so new
The shit that I got, they ain't got a clue
I'm talking a lot, you talking a few
From coke and dope fiends, to hopeless moping
I never gave up, I ain't even gloating
Plot and smoking, I kept on floating
The money is the motive that's thought provoking
So what the f*ck do you need I got it
Everything around me I bought it
Smoke a joint while I bump The Chronic
Write a song, and sip gin and tonic
What the f*ck do you need I got it
Sketchy deals, you gon need an audit
Smoke a joint while I bump The Chronic
J.G., man this shit's iconic