G.I. JOE Lyrics

Whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah, whoah

Bet I can have yo bitch in the back with her knees up, huh

You gone harass me like I ate that ski, huh? What

You kill about that pussy, nigga, you should just give it up, huh

Tell him to walk away when he turn around, fuck him up, damn

He got hit in the head with a switchie, now his grandparents stay missing

Now he on a t-shirt playing in reverse, you gone see the brain splatter in tension

I did my research, this ain't no reverse, ain't no coming back for no events

Slashing through competition, who up next? Don't forget the mansion, pussy

For real, cause I'ma keep hand on my still

What the fuck I look like letting you see my shit, you gone take off and squill

Like, yeah, I took his shit, that nigga a bitch, but that ain't the real

But that ain't gon' happen, a nigga act to see my shit, then he get hit with steel

I don't know no shooters, but I'm Steve Mapps, myself, I can shoot it for real

We ain't talk about sons, my nigga throw it off the back, best believe I'm catching a dump

I walk with the mumps, my pockets heavy like I'm carrying trunks

Keep asking me to take her out on a date, but low-key, I just wanna fuck

Cause that ass fat, you light-skinned, and you smell like you the one

Take you for granted, see, that's what I tell her, cause I just wanna hit the buns, duh

She ain't hopping a whip if it ain't a Hellcat, it gotta go vroom, vroom

Take a look at yourself, do you think that you worth that? I don't think you are

The day that I came out and opened my eyes, I knew I was gon' be a star

My mission to get rich so I can drive around in expensive cars

But fucking, I'm throwing these bullets like my name is Brevard

I get tired of the niggas that talk shit and live for it

Them niggas ain't really about it, they ain't gon' do nothing, all they do is type on computers

I know I got some shit that can mute you

Baby girl wanna fuck when she a smoochie

I don't care about it if it ain't blue cheese

Pack my shit and move now, niggas act new to me

Niggas act new like I ain't give them they flowers

Niggas, they talk behind back, they some cowards

I can do this shit for hours and hours

Okay, niggas rap not like me, I got power

These bitch niggas, man, they stuck in a trance

Watch her pop a perc, get on the table and dance

That bitch shaking ass hard for some bands

But she ain't here for me, she here for my mans

Damn, how that go? Know that bitch on a mission like G.I. Joe

She'll do anything for a new fur coat

Told them watch that bitch, these hoes be broke

Put my foot on her neck like these bitches choke

I need all my dollars, I don't need your throat

I could pay a prostitute for it if I wanted

I don't need you, baby, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, no, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals

Oh, I don't see your goals