Did You Get Yo Geez

Lyrics

[Intro: JT the Bigga Figga | Playa P] Playa P Ayy, what's up, Figga, mayne? What's up, baby boy? Ah, man, I'm just chillin', mayne. I heard you're tryna get the grip Ah, man, I'm tryna get my motherfuckin' paper, baby boy G's after G's happily Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' You know they can't fade this GLP shit Ah, nah, nah, nah Hahaha, so what's up, baby? It goes down; ay man, handle that though, bruh Yeah, I'ma handle it, cousin [Verse 1: JT the Bigga Figga] On a mission for the scrilla, these niggas be acting faulty No game up inside their mind but these niggas be tryna cross me But listen, what I be kickin' is strictly for those who flossin' 'Cause niggas be on the block be going broke and double crossing When it's related by power, the dollar's always the issue Accommodated by cowards but more than softer than tissue My occupation's confetti but then my fetti's my focus The GLP is the dopest so ain't no way that you wrote this [Chorus: JT the Bigga Figga] Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play [Verse 2: JT the Bigga Figga] Paper chasing, 'bout my mackin' 'cause niggas be stacking paper 'Cause paper's what everybody's after, so check the final chapter Disaster's given 'cause niggas living on the wrong side Y'all rising stop, four-deep to make it all right What could they be doing, pursuing another scheme 'Cause suckers be serving dreams with triple beams and soda cream A half a thang of cola with all the dips in 'em From bank heists to Motorolas with the chips in 'em [Chorus: JT the Bigga Figga] Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play [Verse 3: JT the Bigga Figga] It's getting critical, situation getting deeper Multi-talented, poppin' like a street sweeper Recognized by my foes and my enemies Everybody little kids wants to be some GLP's We's tighter than the next one, they flex some Fully automatic player hater type of set guns Check a punk if you break 'em off properly Sideways to Boardwalk, '95 Monopoly Ain't no stoppin' me, once a player get to going Get to flowin', and that's when they get to knowin' Who's the tightest with the shit that you're hearing And you're mashing in your load danked out and you're steering Up the block in your Benz or your Beam 4 6-by-9's sounding like 18's Then you knew that the Low was gonna take it In the 1995, man, them boys, they gots to make it [Chorus: JT the Bigga Figga] Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play [Verse 4: JT the Bigga Figga] Pick your choice which you was given by these Consolidated, conversated, now I'm stacking my G's On an uphill climb so I be finding Keep your head bobbing and your tape deck rewinding Minding my own when I roll through my area Dice games and shootouts and pit bull terriers And tricked by confusion the moment they awaken, it was hectic Steadily getting their paper but they feel disrespected [Chorus: JT the Bigga Figga] Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play Did you get your bank? Did you get your G's? Beware on the block because it's time to say "freeze" Straight chill in the Westside Bay Where each and every day the hustlers play