G2G

[Intro]
Hahaha, ayy, yeah, [?]
Fuck, fuck, fuck
(Let me steal [a store?])

[Chorus]
Pull up on ‘em with that chop out (Bitch)
Shootin’ 50-round, drunk a certificate
[?], we just clickin’ shit
Pussy niggas never pop out (Brr)
Ammo in my bookbag, pockets got bullets with me
Pop out, turn that lil’ shit up, but you got up wit’ me
I came runnin’, lil’ bro with me, these niggas rookie
Drunk outside a Striker, V got my rifle with it
Pussy niggas typin’ essay, typin’ tweet
Lil’ bro restin’ up if he reach for Cuban link
Wreck your whip, I scratch it up like DVD
This ain’t fuckin’ CA, C-D-C-D-D

[Verse 1]
Snatchin’ yo’ phone, you can’t text in this BNB
Drop down the top, face first, you a party animal
Binary shoot like a breast, it got two blast
Trap house comin’ in hot, that bitch too fast
Whole gang lockdown, talkin’ like a durag
Still talkin’ ‘bout the same sport, I can’t move past
Get up with me sittin’ in traffic, I’ma do yo’ ass
Ugly-ass fade but she thick, so she get a pass
Check a nigga jacket for a blick when he walkin’ past
Find out a nigga got some zips, so we stalk his ass
Anywhere I go, I got fiе, I don’t got bodyguard
Niggas buyin’ number one slots, they ain’t goin’ hard
Bucked out on a label, now I can drop any song
You steal stats, now a nigga that been hung
Sittin’ ‘round in the fuckin’ chop, tell you, “Try to run me”
Everywhere I go, I’m dripped out, I know these bitches want me
[?] smoke shit, sippin’ out, boy, you not a stoner
Pullin’ out a motherfuckin’ lot, I just spent a hundred
A-time niggas shoot the fire, I’ma finger fuck it
These hoes really A.I. like Plankton girl
Put on they clothes, I’m dripped out, I’m like Saint Laurent
Stand on whatever you rap, this a dangerous world
My lil’ partner do scams, he need some bank referrals
This shit we got, they gon’ think we some terrorists
Money spread racks fallin’ out, I’m embarrassed
Lil’ twin spin your fuckin’ block like a Ferris
Weigh a number good, come for waffles, got carrots
Too many fine shit, probably never get married
Stand around chasin’ no paper, you afraid
These niggas smoke like an eighth of that gas

[Bridge]
(This shit really, this shit really smokin’ though)
Fuck, fuck, fuck
(They like this shit really smokin’)

[Pre-Chorus]
This shit not that fuckin’ real when you drag it
Soon this ho push up, this ho turn to Kaepernick
I know that ho gon’ go, she wanna rapper nigga
Jump out that V with that chop, I been choppin’ shit

[Chorus]
Pull up on ‘em with that chop out (Bitch)
Shootin’ 50-round, drunk a certificate
[?], we just clickin’ shit
Pussy niggas never pop out (Brr)
Ammo in my bookbag, pockets got bullets with me
Pop out, turn that lil’ shit up, but you got up wit’ me
I came runnin’, lil’ bro with me, these niggas rookie
Drunk outside a Striker, V got my rifle with it
Pussy niggas typin’ essay, typin’ tweet
Lil’ bro restin’ up if he reach for Cuban link
Wreck your whip, I scratch it up like DVD
This ain’t fuckin’ CA, C-D-C-D-D

[Outro]
Fuck, fuck