Lyrics

[Intro] G.I.R., reporting for duty! (Yeah, I know I'm out of—) Gir? What does the G stand for? (Uh) I don't know! [Verse] Yeah, I know I'm out of key Know a couple niggas and they came for the golden key Tell shorty stop hitting me up, she annoying me Yeah, I walk up out the store and I got something to eat Yeah, I walk up out the store and I got something to eat You talkin' bout how you got sons but you a son of me I like Tampico, I don't really like the Sunny D Think you got what it takes, well, boy, you funny, B Got my bands up, yeah, I'm getting money, bitch I bought you this bag, so you gotta love me, bitch Slime a nigga, I'ma leave his nose runny, bitch I see you backing out thе knife, you better not try to cut mе, bitch And, yeah, I'm gettin'— and, yeah, I'm gettin' rich, boy And, yeah, you just a— and, yeah, you just a bitch, boy Pull up on a nigga, I'ma pull up to his crib, boy Hell yeah, I'ma— hell yeah, I'ma bring the stick out Whip my dick out then I'ma put it in this bitch mouth If you my mans, I swear we goin' up, you better not bitch out And I got the drop, I don't gotta ask which house Me and Tenkay pullin' up, you know we bumpin' witch house She like, "Hey, Xavier, please put your dick in me" I know I'ma go up, hell yeah, I got it in me I'ma go far and I'ma take my bros with me And I'm wood grain gripping like I'm Yung Simmie Walk up in the party with a couple drugs in me