GW BaG

[Intro/Chorus]
It's very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music and fuckin' the whole night
Good weed, bitches and guns
Good weed, bitches and guns
It’s very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquel that’s the love of my life
Good weed, bitches and guns
Good weed, bitches and guns

[Verse 1]
Top of the mornin’
Ain’t nothin’ better than wakin’ up to top in the mornin’
Nothin’ worse than a nigga pushin’ off ya top in the mornin’
Besides poppin’ up on a wake and poppin’ off the top of the mournin’
I will mop up the floor with you, rockin’ the four
Drivin’ across country, takin’ money that’s probably yours
Tryin’ to floss? Pfff! That ain’t a chain that’s a necklace
Drop all you squares in a row like Tetris, nigga
Rock tryin’ get to this dough – exit
I done robbed plenty niggas for dough – breadsticks
Click shells nigga, eggs bitch, serve you niggas breakfast
Shit ain’t all deep or eclectic, it’s death bitch, listen
Shots pourin', no a nigga ain’t sippin’ ‘em cool
With a four-five Colt, call me Chilly D Williams
Nigga don’t take it there, I’m takin’ care of mine
Take this L and smoke it, or you gon’ take a L, here’s a light

[Chorus]
It's very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music and fuckin' the whole night
Good weed, bitches and guns
Good weed, bitches and guns
It’s very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquel that’s the love of my life
Good weed, bitches and guns
Good weed, bitches and guns

[Verse 2]
Listen, I’m livin’ Sackman street slash trigger tradition
We different from even niggas we kin with, I need distance
Got no time nor the attention span to listen to yo' bitch shit
Get yo' grip nigga, or get a grip nigga
Get you a bitch and get a crib nigga
I make you a movie, get a grip nigga
Light the shit up, I stick to the script with it
It’s back to business, dip snitches and spit sickness
First of my kind to ever rap like this
If you could rap like this, you don’t act like this
Jesus, pose for a hug somehow shorty grab my dick
Ain’t no accident if she asks, I dent up her insides - that's just it
Hold up, pass my spliff!
That’s Rock L, like that’s my kid, see what I did there?
Greatest of all time, go ask my kid
And my nigga P ain't here to see it, I'm still mad like shit

[Outro/Chorus]
It's very few things that I love in my life
My money, my music and fuckin' the whole night
Good weed, bitches and guns
Good weed, bitches and guns
It’s very few things that I love in my life
My daughter Raquelle [?] that’s the love of my life
Good weed, bitches and guns
Good weed, bitches and guns