GBG

Lyrics

[Intro] Mello made it right Great John on the beat by the way [Chorus] You know I gotta stay with a stick Get back gang in my city, it's sick Said she love me, she poppin' a tit And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh Better get out the— fuck that [Verse 1] Shit got lit, I was taking that trip Slide through, me and Billie on some shit Free Fresh, that's really the 'Rip Free Totetag, free Benji and Micc He ain't with it, we do him like Rick And shawty, she on me, she tryna get hit Yeah, I'm good, she proud of my drip She said she adore my Dior kicks Fuck an Uber, you gotta get Lyft In the air, that's an opp in a spliff Never care 'bout no popular shit They might pick up the heat when I'm droppin' this shit I'm a winner, you know I don't quit They can't stand me, they know they can sit Drive me crazy, don't got a permit Bitch, I'm out of my body, I'm ready to glitch [Chorus] You know I gotta stay with a stick Get back gang in my city, it's sick Said she love me, she poppin' a tit And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh Better get out the— fuck that [Verse 2] Still ten toes with my foot in the mud Said I'm ugly, now she wanna fuck I stay with protection, my gun in my glove Ain't no cappin', he really a thug They been tryna be me since I got a buzz They gon' hate that I'm getting the love And, baby, I'm slick like I'm catching a bug Run up on me, he catching a slug Gotta keep me a strap in this club You know if he lack, then we packin' him up Took a strap, he ain't clap it enough Ain't no cap in my rap, he a pack if he sus' Shoot first, we ain't asking 'em much They like, "We gettin' active or what?" New whip, I be switching shit up And they know they could look but they know not to touch [Chorus] You know I gotta stay with a stick Get back gang in my city, it's sick Said she love me, she poppin' a tit And I drop an opp, I ain't droppin' a diss I know niggas hate when I'm talkin' my shit Niggas hate me, I'm somethin' like Chris You ain't tryna spin, better get out the whip, uh Better get out the— fuck that