Niggas throwing up “Gs”

Like they ready for the fees

Then you light em up like trees

Crying on they knees

Snottin bubbles with pleads

Praying for police

Cuz, they not ready to bleed

*bitch voice* why you mean to me


Thought you had the keys

What, you thought the dream was sweet

Thought you could stomp yo feet

This ain’t a stage on the street

Ain’t no Hollywood scene

We killing for all this green

We breathe and zzz’s Gs