G.U.F 3 Lyrics

Ok I'm too hot, just wanna let you know Bitch, I'm too fresh, and that's from head

to toe Then I ball out, spend a whole check

Bitch, you poppin' off, but you not a threat

Killin' these niggas with every rhyme All of my niggas, they did time

But that ain't gon' stop us from killin' time Really, you niggas ain't touchin' mine

All about money, I gotta grind Makin' the paper, then go shine

Checkin' the pussy, that's not a lie You ain't fuckin' with me, and that's bottom line

I'm too sick, my gang dead Smoke kush, brain dead

My whole team, nigga, chain fed NL, we bang red

A lot to lose, but I gang more Fuck fast, but I drink slow

Got X and O's, no cheat code My new hoe, I beast mode

Flippin' and whippin' a bitch, givin' a dick, grabbin' her tits

Pussies so wet that a nigga might slip, runnin' your chick out of her tips

Touchibg her lips, writeing these hits Nigga, I'm better known as

Bloody blakk bodyin in this bitch

Okay, let's just switch the vibe Take you on a ride

On the musical marijuana, gon' get your ass high

Don't put one up in the air, motherfucker, we need five

And the bottle's in the car in case them chickens wanna slide

Nigga, I'm hotter than hot, nigga, never gon' stop

Rock my tape till it pop, sell my drugs for a drop

You won't let off a shot, put your ass in the box

I ain't talkin' to cops, but I be talkin' about guap

Who the fuck gon' stop me and my team on top

Me the illest, the realest, the run around with the Glocks

Niggas actin' all crazy, me and my team wavy

I be gettin' so high, chillin' out with my lady

And we take trips from here to there, gettin' money everywhere

Spend more money on my draws than niggas did niggas did in a whole year

Yeah, I'm shittin' on these niggas, need a toilet for a chair

Still a hood nigga smokin' weed and sippin' on a beer

Kickin' out with the fam, gettin' this money

Pushin' these grams, ain't a damn thing funny

No, I'm not that bummy, nigga, that you standin' next to

Gotta get the money, keep the weapon where I need to

Weapon protectin' wherever a nigga lay

Niggas hatin' me on my team in that black Chevrolet

Pull up on your block, my niggas, you know that we don't play

You fuck around at me till mega, boy, you'll be in the grave

All my niggas is riders, all my niggas is G

Rip that redz.ent, shout out DMB

Who the fuck want a problem, nigga, we that team

Rollin' in this bitch, boy, we 2-Deep

They don't like me cause a nigga talk so real

I'm addicted to the money like a bitch with the pills

Ain't no way that they gon' stop me, entourage made of steel

Put some steel in this bitch, like that pussy worth a mil

I'm a east side nigga, outside lookin' in

Smoke weed, gettin' money, bitches stay gettin' bent

I don't fuck with the niggas, so we'll never be friends

Put some Young Thug bread, never play, pretend

Pistol pack and pop a pistol, leave a pussy straight open

Roll a smoke and hold these pistols, throw a body in the ocean

Fuck around and get hurt, and ain't nobody jokin

Sympathizing, I'm slidin' the locomotion off the potion

Bitch, I'm posted, gettin' this paper, usin' my mind to come up

Tricky Dicky, thought I'd tell that hoe to grow up

Money over all, that's why I'm next to blow up

And they be gettin' mad, so yeah, I never slow up

Chillin' with my niggas, poppin' bottles, blow up

Always tell the hoes we need more

Bottles in the weed, let's go hit the store

Hit the store