Throw Some G's Lyrics

Freak bitch, shakin' ass, I might throw her some G's

If you wanna fuck with me, nigga, it's a feat

Niggas wanna know the sauce, like, what's the recipe

Bitch seen the yays, then she start caressing me

Nigga, you ain't got no pape, you better stack them G's

Now I heard your line turtle, you ain't servin' fiends

Me and bro high as hell, yeah, we sippin' lean

Catchin' pops all day, bitch, we servin' yings

Bitch, I can't go broke, I like designer things

Now I might take your bitch, she like finer things

ARP on my lap, it's gon' clap for me

And I might rob the plug if he keep taxin' me

Real Member, that's my brother, he gon' slide for me

When it come to the guns, I like two-two-threes

Bro tough as hell, yeah, he like shootin' threes

Plug called got ice, it's like zero degrees

When I up the Glock, bet that goofy nigga freeze

Niggas had the ups on me, they ain't even squeezed

Beam on the Glock, makin' niggas say cheese

Ain't dumpin' out no pound, bitch, you know we dumpin' D

And he bought a three, call my nigga said he had a play

And, bitch, we called a G, last time I checked

You niggas broke, free my nigga E

Bitch, when I get in fuckin' mode, you know I'm off that pink

And I had to blow a nigga down, he tried to play with me

Bitch, I had to dump the fuckin' town, and I ain't talkin' weed

Why the fuck my name up in your mouth, wait till I get these pinks

Damn, I forgot, it's a fuckin' drought, and now they coppin' threes

Bitch, why the fuck you run your mouth, and you ain't got a G

Bitch, and I really hit the plug, I'm really coppin' things

Bitch, and I really get in mode, I really got them Gs

Bitch, when I get in fuckin' mode, I'm pullin' on your weave

Bitch, when I change my fuckin' clothes, I'm finna catch a G

Next nigga that try me gon' get popped, he better not play with me

And I got a far-ass fuckin' pop, I'm finna catch a G

If you wanna line your spenders up, then play that line for E

Ian gone cap I pulled up on a nigga with that lemon squeeze

Bitch, I keep my blicky, and you know I damn near got some weed

Bitch, I gotta turn the defrost on, cause I can't see a thing

I remember long-ass fuckin' nights, bitch, I ain't have a thing