G Shit

[Verse 1:] Yeah, stew these Ds am up to make cheese No breakdown, move straight keys All you see is them out of town Vs Baby please, i’m gonna give them what they need Call my bitch, tell her dish a couple pies out Have a ride out, hit 9 5 south A stake, got a honeycomb hideout Move steps ahead, so what they gonna find now Am out before they get her with Smoke big spliffs, record a nigga chick (yeah) Still getting money and all these niggas sick (they sick) Cause their chicks be all upon the dick Fuch a fake nigga, and real nigga shit I’m the definition of what a real nigga is Up 24/7 trying to handle my business 24/7 trying to scramble to live (yeah) [Chorus:] Men is the G shit, real G shit That old G shit, don’t let the old G quit Yeah, the whole G shit Look Men is the G shit, real G shit That old G shit, go low G quit The old G shit Yeah, Look [Verse 2:] G shit, I’ve been on some old G shit Since I was yay high, now am way high off old G shit These days, these dudes don’t keep it G shit They rather hide behind gun and images, they can’t read it Not me pimp, I was bread to keep it thorough Closes thing to thorough you know was diamonds on your prolow Am presidential as ever, kissing babies, taking selfies Wherever the road take me I speed through it, can’t go slowly I better hope they run the replay, or the slow mo You can ask your girl about me, and I bet that she know I get the party jumping like the whole crowd on pogos Slow hit niggas where it hurt, lyrics such a low blow Not your average raping Jo Schmo There’s no distance I don’t go When am stepping am just walking promo Come take a pic with me, get your likes up on a new level Come take some hits at me, bet you be up at the sky level Let’s roll [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I do it all Baby I’ll be right here while am fighting Babble while am speeding Posting while am smoking Driving while am tweeting My life is on the deep end I like it on the edge I got my gun under my pillow with your wife up in my bed I got my Wii on loud, my rings on ice My shades on dark, my chain on bright I got my cup on purple, my cocaine on white My screw is loose, they don’t be holding my brain on tight, no I’m gonna hit you with this humdinger Got all of my feelings in one finger My name Grafh ho, I stash crack coke in my Versace bathrobe Nigga my bitch bad though, you could really wait for Your girl ass shots look like a shitty diaper My last one night stand, you really liked her My niggas act like rappid, they really sniper [Chorus]