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Cadence

JG Turn that shit up!

Turn that shit up J (JG show 'em how you do that, JG)

Well you know I gotta do it when I do this shit

Tell me take it slow because Marcy makin' this too lit

FaceTime calls, brr (Brr)

Cheeks clapping, call them hits (Yeah)

JG ain't gon' fuck it up, unless you good, he'll call it quits (Call it quits)

And it's 7-figure numbers that I'm seeing on this road, nigga (On this road)

I don't plan to stay together, I'm a rogue nigga

Fuck a GOAT, got Jiraya on a toad, nigga (On a toad)

You don't get it, imma have to say it slow (Yeah)

Been at it for 3 but you stay on claiming 6 (6, 6, 6, 6)

I can't even touch it, 'cause that shit just make me sick (Sick, sick, sick, sick)

Whittey in a black body, shit don't even fit (Fit, fit, fit, fit)

Smoked away your brain so much you acting like you 'Split' (Split)

I'll admit

2019, I'll omit

Then I got my perfect sights and you was looking shit

You was never Murda, 'cause my nigga you a bitch

Yeah, I can't run too much 'cause of my blicky-blicky (Boom)

And my trigger finger heavy it be clicking-clicking

I ain't got no oppositions they be sitting, sitting

Repping 204 my crowd, they my city, city

I ain't got a minute for the calm no more (For the calm no more)

I be standing steady 'til they find the cure ('Til they find the cure)

Tell 'em Young Zi saying bon & jour, yeah

Imma name drop in a proper court, yeah

Ay, and don't tiptoe around my name

If you gon' say loud, nigga then I'm game

I got witnesses, I ain't bringing Plain or Janes

Say you knew me with the "O", just to claim my fame

Yeah

And I'm hot with it (Uhh)

Catch your THOT with it (Yeah)

I done sought with it (Ouu)

Winning blocks with it (Damn)

Got a lot with it (Yeah)

Getting lit with it

And you'll never catch me lacking cause I sit with it (Sit with it)

Yeah, ay (Ay)

Yeah

Let that bitch run on the beat, I be plotting plotting

Imma get eyes on my shit, 'cause I'm up to something

Yeah

JG