G'z & C's Lyrics

Aye

(On this side you get checked,

Keep yo head on a swivel or get stretched)

(Baby I been rocking dolo, to the neck

Man these niggas weird man they always on sum extra shit)

This shit way too motherfuckin' tough to be fucking round'

Fuck around with the fuck around

And get left underground

Hilltop Baby, G's and C's

I'm coming from the town

And we ain't really with the net beefing

Just go gun heem down

You just hear my phone ring but I hear money sounds

They wasn't fucking with me then but I got money now

Clientele blowing up my phone

What you need? What you on?

Frank conversations, funny how the money sound

I'm trinna get rich quick I hope you get the picture

Finna roll a wood I need some water

Don't forget the scissors

Damn this stick keep banging' shells

But I ain't Master Splinter

And This bitch made me a plate but I ain't ask for dinner

It's the 13th I feel like Freddy with my mask off

I feel like Zy and KT I'm finna blast off

Part of my heart is missing

It's too cold I think it snapped off

Hopped in the whip we hit the gas and we dashed off

Its too much money in the streets to just be hanging out

If you got a problem with my brother we could bang it out

Used to get jiggy in the city its janxy now

All of these little niggas stealing sauce it's like planktons house

Say something you get stepped over or stepped on

Regardless you gon' get hit with that vest on

I guarantee it boy thats something I would bet on

And they keep telling me like "KB you so slept on"

This shit way too motherfucking tough to be fucking round'

Fuck around with the fuck around

And get left underground

Hilltop Baby, G's and C's

I'm coming from the town

And we ain't really with the net beefing

Just go gun heem down

You just hear my phone ring but I hear money sounds

They wasn't fucking with me then but I got money now

Clientele blowing up my phone

What you need? "What you on cuddy?"

Frank conversations, funny how the money sound

I'm in the hood right now I'm smoking out the zip

So catch me at the Speedy-Mart with my chain and a bag a chips

I'm sliding through the hill just me and Mil he trinna bag a bitch

This bitch keep on blowing up my phone got me mad as shit

Aye, Shit get tough as fuck

Runnin' friendly fades with the homies just to toughen up

Let's just hope the Guru came clutch enough

You ain't really talking 'bout no bag I got my duffy up