Black G-Nikes Lyrics

As far as my concerned, I'm bout to go off any minute

The hood been on hush, but still cuttin' up like Dennis

Got the G-Nikes all black, with some creases in the tennis

Got some steppers, that's a fact, and they standin' on they business (huh)

Dedication for that drama, we'll catch 'em by his mommas (yeah)

While Soulja Slim playin, niggas buckin' like Giannis

I came back on that bullshit, Jordan with the 4-5

Made his baby mama call him, told that boy come outside

Ask Mayor Cantrell my city, barely got polices

Fuck your privacy, we in your crib like we leased it

Fuck a policy, got the murder rate increasin'

Fuck your property, addressin' shit with a delivery

Your big dog is a big punk in that parish, hollin' free the gang

Pair, his Adams Apple with bananas, let his, melon hang

Shouldna juiced him like a Snapple, keep it blunt like Mary Jane

I'm a stunna baby, I ain't stuntin', I flush out everything

Black Shiesty mask, Ralph Lauren tee,

Black Purple Brand, with some black Gheedy Wheedies

Got the glizzy with the tail, gettin switched with a drum

Gave that Glock a BBL, and I'll bust your ass

My stick like the Rita, caught him on Franklin

Respect me like a Aretha

Cold world got my heater, tryin' to catch me on camera

With a ratchet like on Cheaters

And you can feel that back door breeze you know his baby mama hurt,

I done put her on her knees

And all I had to give was perks

She done slob me down, I dried it on his dead potnas shirt (huh)

Bitch, I'm Uptown bound, I do my shit up on my lonely dirt (yeah)

Bookoo niggas just like bitches, pillow talkin', throwin' shade

Til that pole slidin' down a flexin nigga like at Spades

Blow his ass up in that Quarters while he sippin' hand grenades

Just like the Zulu Parades, I got that black paint on my face

You heard about o'boy? Turnt him to a no boy

Walked down on 'em clip longer than a poboy

Plus I got them autoparts for switchin' like at Pep Boys

You know I keep them nasty bitches on me on Uncle Elroy

Niggas talk that shtick talk, he can't get his lick back

Four sticks like a Kit-Kat if you tryin' to go for tit tat

Could get you picked or send a blitz, my city, yellin', who dat

I'm 7-0-double-one-five, them uptown niggas did that, huh