G4'z Freestyle Lyrics

I walk in the bank right

And the accountant ask me how I want my check broke down

I said f**k it

Give me all tens

I’m still going in

Production shot downtown By Torrey

Coming up in STL

I got some f****d up crazy stories

Errtime I shoot my shot

I swish that s**t

Like Robert Horry

This s**t had to be God plan

I’m glad my mama ain’t abort me

Pull up

Hop out

Chea

B***h I’m on one

Don’t f**k with snitches, liars, thieves

Hell no

I don’t condone none

I like fifty’s, twenty’s and tens

But I’m in love with hun duns

Promise when it come to that smoke lil b***h you do not want none

I ain’t the bangers but on my soul you run up gone get done up

All that acting tough thinking you gangster

No sir burr

You not one

Mad cause I’m knee deep in my bag

I still a mollywhop one of you sneak dissing h**s lame as hell like hot 104.1

They like Goonie did it again

She Pulled up Beamer, magnum, Benz

I can’t trust nobody so f**k naw I don’t need no friends

I just lay low

Stack up this bread

Apply more pressure

Step on necks

So certified

Heard I’m up next

They compare me to Tokyo Jets