Gree

[Hook] I’m wishing that you could see me now All the dudes you fucked with wanna be me now We’ve come seek you out Don't you leave the house Beretta on my level better peep the style Don’t settle on the pedal We gon' keep it wild From the streets that I’ve trailed To come beat you 'round Lead the crowd I’m the mother fucking G-to-the-R-double-E Trouble in my mind never stay far from the heat [Verse 1: Evanda] My bruh done gone through a whole lot Man I don't trust you bitches I only hear out myself really, so what Keep quiet Better Fuck you listen I'm a real one, G You better ask 'round How a pretty motherfucker never crash down Rocking fly shit I choose to stand out Not a phony white boy out in the background Smokin' on that reefer Fuck you shisha fuck boys Rocking boat shoes Bruh you better keep up Copping Gourmets all day, foreplay Pussy raw taste just like lemon sorbet Load up the clip Roll up the strip Got a problem trick? Better solve what you get These kids snitch man I heard it from them All it takes is a bitch to get words out of him [Hook] [Verse 2: Psychosowdy] First things first, man I don't give a fuck Slam on them heavy like a motherfuckin' truck Bam! Cause I want the dollar so I buck Man she could probably swallow on these nuts I'm the man so I grip hard on these nuts Don't stunt, balling under pressure Call me clutch The freshman, probably wear leather with a tux' Leave her at leavers with the boy she get crushed Cause I don't give a fuck The guy who writes raps and plans demises Bombing on the track with terror like ISIS not righteous I might just leave you lifeless Cut cleaner than carats on your wrist I fuck the world, leave it leaking juices Brutus, brutal beating Fly on broomsticks Used for quidditch and you be just a snitch Motherfucker 'bout to batter beats cause I am better Gun talk, my words spit like a beretta I talk the gun talk, kick up dust like chalk Outlined in chalk, and I planted the bean stalk You ain't jack shit, punk bitch take this Four straight to the dome, motherfucker take this You a clone to a coward so you probably fake this Get ready, 15 killas like the year is the basis [Hook] [Verse 3: Evanda] 17 still find me in the club popping bottles Alizé swallowed High like the Apollo My style always trending all they do is try to follow White bitches never get the point till they fucking hollow Through the chest Leave you outta breath Talking 'bout a vest I’m the best Don’t bite it invest Walking out impressed yeah Y’all bitches stuck on the second gear Compare us what we wear My clothes make you look like that you dressing queer Smoking reefer Still blown out in these cold streets Real homie cop grills check the gold teeth An explanation not enough I need more reasons Man, we so turnt up keep you no sleeping Bass loud, yeah just how I like it 808's thumping like a Bruce Lee sidekick Say my name brother then we move like lightning Cause I play no games bruh when it comes to who is the tightest [Hook]