G’d Up

[Hook]
If I got it then I'mma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it's right in front of you
I do all of that shit them n*** don’t do
Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up
Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up

[Verse 1]
I’m a gassed up n***, crack town [?]
My n***s drop bodies, check our background n***
Money’s just my bitch, but my wife is the trigger
Pass me my liquor, man we getting nice, man
Trigger in my right hand, ‘chette in the other
Before I’m 21, I can swear on my mothers –
I’m gonna catch a body, I can feel it in the air
But I’d have to [at least settle?] if I leave him in the chair -
For the rest of his life, n***s sense in my eyes (what?)
That I ain’t thеm n***s who got sense with the ninе
Ima let press it off reckless – I don’t give a fuck
I’ll measure where his neck is - Then g’warn hit the slug
My life’s all about earning the pence
And catching paigons who be hurdling fence (why you running?)
I tell my young bucks “come see a trick”
Have you ever seen a big man turn to a veg?

[Hook]
If I got it then I'mma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it's right in front of you
I do all of that shit them n*** don’t do
Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up
Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up

[Verse 2]
Look, I’m just here with my piff ting
N***s on a stiff ting, put him on my listing
Wrote him off, ticked him
If I had a score for every other victim
Would’ve been a rich kid, Bought me a wrist ting
True Religion jeans with the bright yellow stitching
Palms stay itching, darg are you listening?
Never [?] a man unless I’m armed with the kitchen (why?)
I ain’t tryna poke him, darg that’s a joke ting
Man, I’m tryna ghost him so he ain’t getting up (sleep)
And darg I’ll catch a case, I ain’t really sweating much
My solicitor’s court game like Federer
So all my n***s buss case on’a regular
And all my young guns G’d up
Ride out in’a ding, seven-seater
Leather glove gripping on the millimetre, squeeze off
‘Till the pussyo meet Jesus, eeediat

[Hook]
If I got it then I'mma spend it if I want to
And pick you up anything you want too
And nah, I ain’t gotta say nothing about it, it's right in front of you
I do all of that shit them n*** don’t do
Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up
Pop another bottle, Imm’a roll this weed up, I’m so G’d up