Chose a G Lyrics

Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank

Told her pick a letter A to Z

And she chose a G

Fanta and a pint of wock (wock)

That's all lil eight need

Everything I did for them

But they still chose to go against me

Bitch, I'm feeling like Uncle Ruckus

(This can't be)

Rollin' doja, cat!

This that demon pack

Bitch they call me 8-Ball cause I'm always in my sack

Always in my bag, uh, Gat!

Know I'm grippin' that

XD

Put him on TV, but this ain't Disney

Last nigga, dissed me

Pulled up left him pissy

Po me up a double cup

R.I.P. to Pimp C

Niggas wanna try out to be gang but they ain't make the cut

I was skretchin' drank

With that Kayro bitch I call it cut

Vampire with them bands, I'm bout to count

I get them bands and then I'm out

If I said it, then I'ma go stand on that

I'ma show them what lil 8 be about

I'm tryna catch me a opp but they stay in the house

Boy this shit just like cat & a mouse

They are not coming out

Cause they know we got them macs

And we clickin' on shit like a mouse

Every day I be on point

Just like the head on Phineas

Let them believe what they want

I cannot argue with idiots

Catch them in real life, bitch em

I up my 40, they don't say a word

You would've thought that that lil' boy mute

That glock 40 got that boy soundin' like Ferb

Choppin', choppin', knockin

Knock, knock, knockin' like Jehovah Witness

If you, if, if, if you not gettin' paid

Then why you in they business

All that hatin' shit y'all doin

That's a bad habit

Y'all be quick to speak on shit

thats out y'alls tax bracket (I just)

Saved her contact under iCloud way she back it up

This bitch bad as fuck

I can't lie, that hoe type tuff

Yeah, she like money, money, money

I got plenty of it

Said she wanna touch it

For a player, she gon' bust it

Told her pick a letter A to Z

And she chose a G

Fanta and a pint of wock (wock)

That's all lil eight need

Everything I did for them

But they still chose to go against me

Bitch, I'm feeling like Uncle Ruckus

(This can't be)

Rollin' doja, cat!

This that demon pack

Bitch they call me 8-Ball cause I'm always in my sack

Always in my bag, uh, Gat!

Know I'm grippin' that

XD

Put him on TV, but this ain't Disney

Told her pick a letter A to Z

And she chose a G

Fanta and a pint of wock (wock)

That's all lil eight need

Everything I did for them

But they still chose to go against me

Bitch, I'm feeling like Uncle Ruckus

(This can't be)