G-Narly

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Know what I'm sayin' Nigga ain't felt like this in a minute Shit, crazy, huh But ayy (Hey) [Verse] It's a quarter to four, I got a show Girl, is you comin'? Oh, just let me know I gotta make sure you in the front row I gotta make sure I tell all my hoes That shit ain't a go, I know that's cold I had to wake up and smell all the rose In Pasadena, the grass is greener If you ever seen her, then nigga, you know Lil' baby can walk down the runway, the runway, and still be America's next (Tyrone) Lil' top model, and you make all them bitches show some respect (Just like Tyrone) Bad and bougie, the glass Coogi The bag is Louis, the ass is Gucci This shit like a movie I'm blowin' these bands like my name was Hootie Like, "Girl, what you doin'?" You got me like Damn, that girl my best friend, my boo, my shawty Damn, that girl got a face that make a nigga wanna party Damn, that girl be surfboarding, that shit so gnarly Yeah, she so gnarly, my bitch so gnarly Big Patek on my wrist but she ain't impressed (No) Hundred on my neck, but she could care less She don't give damn 'bout a jet, she don't give damn where I been Nigga better come correct, or you gonna get your ass checked Ayy, like some Nikes, ayy, like I'm Kyrie Ain't from Boston, but that Clover got me feelin' Iri' That's my wifey, she's so gnarly She's gnarly, my bitch so gnarly