Gotta Be A G

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose) [Chorus] Tell me what's up ('Sup?) I've seen so much (Much) Too much shade, this shit, it ain't love (Love) And I wanna go see about it (See about it) But I gotta be a G about it (G about it) I'm out of fucks (Yeah) I've got no trust (Yeah, yeah) I've seen so much (Oh) And I wanna go see about it (See) But I gotta be a G about it (G) Gotta be a G (Yeah) [Verse 1] Hit your ass with the side-eye Then I hit you with the bye-bye, yeah True colors done shown, yeah Your shit was tie-dye, yeah Always talkin' that rider shit, but you never once said you a rider Rich Homie, sayin' blah-blah (Yeah), you just talkin' that rah-rah (Hmm) Flights out to Cancún, spent a bag on them United flights Can't believe I fell back when you told me I should spend some nights Can't believe I fell back when you told me I should pay your rent Thank God for all this pimpin', stood on that, ain't send you shit (Yeah) Gotta let that other nigga simp He ain't me and I ain't him I sling dick and get you right You just call me through the night You call him when you want dollars You on hush, bae, then you solid [Chorus] Then you gotta tell me what's up ('Sup?) I've seen so much (Much) Too much shade, this shit, it ain't love (Love) And I wanna go see about it (See about it) But I gotta be a G about it (G about it) I'm out of fucks (Yeah) I've got no trust (Yeah, yeah) I've seen so much (Oh) And I wanna go see about it (See) But I gotta be a G about it (G) Gotta be a G [Verse 2] We slippin' off on the side, yeah Gold diamonds in my mouth, yeah I done found me, I done shook back and changed up and you lost, yeah Phone off the hook, bitch gon' ring Ho want a nigga third leg H-Town, got a brand-new bitch Bitch fine, she a thoroughbred Yeah, forgot who I was, forgot I came up I forgot I'm out that East, I beat them odds, ain't change up Had some shit off on the side, I wonder why I ain't mate her Got them vibes that you was snaky, that's that shit I can't trust 2 a.m. and an address, you tellin' me take a shot Now it's 3 a.m. and I'm sober and you textin' me sayin', "Now drive" And I said no And you know [Chorus] So tell me what's up ('Sup?) I've seen so much (Much) Too much shade, this shit, it ain't love (Love) And I wanna go see about it (See about it) But I gotta be a G about it (G about it) I'm out of fucks (Yeah) I've got no trust (Yeah, yeah) I've seen so much (Oh) And I wanna go see about it (See) But I gotta be a G about it (G) Gotta be a G