GGG

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] I had the chance (Whew) To make love to you again (Hey, bitch, me and Brando, we are on it) I'd hold you in my arms (Hey, hey) And I'd never let it end (Bitch) [Verse 1: BabyTron] Sneaks European but the Drac' Russian Twenty deep with the gang, got the stage jumping Money talk nowadays, I don't say nothing Like I'm playing shortstop, I know that it's a play coming 129 BPM, that's for SB It's a dirty game like fuck what the ref see Talking 'bout the deep? You ain't even got no wet feet Woke up and made a ten, you was in the bed sleep Hit the club, make it hail, snow, and sleet Ten toes, two feet, boy, it ain't no ho in me Bluе hundreds, red sneaks, and I'm in hеre pouring pink DSM at the top, shit, that's how it's 'posed to be Been working, whip skrrting, pulling up, they get nervous Akhi caught a body in it, had to go and switch turbans This the Glockiana walk, would've thought my hip hurting You ain't even make a thousand, was that lil' trip worth it? [Verse 2: TrDee] Why the fuck they still sleep like they took a Xanny? Left my kids on her couch like the bitch a nanny Where the real bitches at? I don't know any I could never be fake, it is not in me I be all in her guts when she don't answer If you really want smoke with us, you must want cancer I'm doing two-twenty, still tryna go faster They gon' talk no matter what you do so it don't matter If I had a chance to beat it up, boy, I probably would No cap, me and Tron used to really jugg Metal on me like a knight, you can call me "Suge" Keep in stock a choppy, pulled up on 'em like, "What's good?" You ain't good at rapping but your people scared to tell you that Riding 'round in the two-seater with the ceiling back You ain't gotta tell me 'bout no money 'cause I'm where it's at Bitch booty got some recoil 'cause it's really fat [Verse 3: StanWill] We don't shoot once, we got weapons ready Dior did the sneaks, I ain't stepping petty 2022, me and gang pressing heavy Jam fam' when I'm checking out, I don't mess with Jelly Online punching shit like I'm GGG Stomp a opp face in, now my Yeezy's creased Got yo baby tryna F like I'm Weezy Wee Big bop stick, who the fuck want a piece of me? Shit, all this ice got my nose stuffing I ain't on stage at the strip but I'm pole clutching Fully K, boy, this ho Russian Got a paper cut, I can't even do no more thumbing All I'm missing is a real bitch with a fat booty We got twenty blickies in this whip, we don't lack, goofy Put his brains in that motherfucker, left his lap gooey You can go and check our spreadsheet, every stat booming [Outro: TrDee & BabyTron] Left his lap gooey? Fuck, Stanley Big ShittyBoy shit It's the ShittyBoyz clique, we been shitting Niggas can't fuck with us, never will Bitch Uh, would've thought the AMG a porta-potty (ShittyBoyz) Man, some shit in here, no cap (ShittyBoyz) Fuck you talking 'bout? (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz) Stanley, Stanley, put that strap away, Stanley (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz) (Me and Brando, we are on it) Fuck