G.G.(Grimey Gang) ft. Gee Wuapp Lyrics

I be paranoid I fuck around Up it through my bubble jacket

Carbon or the Glock, the ARP a put em in a casket

Draw down on the opps ain't doing no playing we gone let 'em have it

1995 I came up out a womb a fucking savage

We was broke sleeping on pallets now my paper stretch elastic

Moving bags this paper stacking

Different flavors really trapping

We got moon rocks, plenty bags of Runtz and we got wedding cake

Choppa twist em' funnel cake nigga must done run away

Too booted I be going stupid I'm still fresh out the pen

Use yo head before you lose it, bro em' they be tryna spin

Counting money getting to it I just want the Benjamin's

Fuck 12 I'm get the shooting they try to take my life again

I came in fly and high as hell, I changed the altitude

Shawty say I don't give her time, she say I'm rude

Shawty say she really hate what I do can't fuck with no bitch with no nasty attitude

Say money don't buy happiness I just popped another

Just fucked on yo mother, kick her out the door usher

Fuck nigga play I'm bussing, Not from Charleston but bitch I'm Southern

Don't ask what I'm doing in yo hood I came to get it jumpin

Niggas know I'm G. G. Ain't no putting us under

Rolled a 3.5 up this bitch is Purple Punchin

Bitch calling me broke cause I won't buy her nothing

Only time I really care is if I'm nutting

Dead opps in my lungs nigga, We don't cap on songs nigga

Shawty wanna fuck but I ain't on that , bring yo tongue witcha'

Them niggas could get slump witcha'

Him, Him ,Take out auntie too

Tryna turn him to a new pack smoke em' like Gorilla Glue

You like that I'm a menace too niggas cap they really FU

Hop out that van with all my dogs just like I'm scooby-doo

I really be tryna chill but I ain't got no time to lose

Mr. Fuck these bitches by the two You know how lil Wauppo do

You want yo hoe then come get her she say that I'm her favorite nigga

Let me put my kids on her face, she my lil baby sitter

Hitting her from the back I'm tryna kill hoe

I ain't playing withcha You'kno what I'm saying nigga

Ay Russ Bro don't be playing with em

Russgee, Yea you kno what's Maccin

G-Lock fit in the pants, sun like a pocket packet

I don't really want the bitches, But ima bitch magnet

Rolling big blunts of Za's yea I gotta have it

Niggas sneak dissing I gotta at… Royal7fo4 , you never at it

Controlling my motion you would've thought I added an Addy

Twenty- eight he want a Adrian, I juug em gave em twenty-two

Hopped up in my bag snapping

And I do what I wanna do I smell like Za residue I been playing with them P's

Grimey young nigga I'm from the trey but I be cracking three's

I'm hot one hundred degrees, get yo ho' off her knees

I told the gang to chill cause I got some shit up my sleeve