G-19 Lyrics

Yeah G nineteen on my lap ya RG

Ya ya G nineteen in my bag yeah woah

Walked in with da pack woah

I said walked in wit da pack ah

G nineteen on my lap

Walked it wit da pack

Smokin dope till I pass

On the real bitch I hated class

On the real bitch I hated class

Oh you for real bih I didn't ask

Puffin on dope Ion smoke no gas

You can't hold onto the past

I said fuck class fuck a hall pass

I be sipping slow but I ball fast

Fuck his ass he aint getting stick back

He get sticked up wit his bitchass

Never cross me on that big path

Its a small world but it's a big path ah

Put his ahh in a Zigzag

Watch em tweaking bad at the kickback

How the fuck you ain't get yo shit back

Flick of the wrist watch it flick it got kickback

Watch out u get sticked up can't get ya blick back

Im talking two wit the two with the mix match

Woah Mix match woah huh

Mix match hah

Woah yeaaa yaaa aa

Baby I done did my dance I could mix n match woah

I been on the scene like im fuckin dispatch woah

I can't take your word always hear you talking this and that

Cream soda flat watch me put a fifth innat

Yea my ooter like a bley blade rip it once its spinning back

Im talking nine on the Mac Tony romo nine on the back

Im talking nine on the back

Making music off this Mac

Need mo racks I need some plaques

Im tryna kick doors fuck a door dash

You watch ya tone you could get toe tagged

Ya u watch ya tone you get toe tagged woah

Yuh life ain't a game boy this ain't no tag

You gotta wake up get a bag

Feelin empty like a mag

You could feel the pain feel the drag

Im on the bright side raise the flag

I done been picked on like a scab

You gotta go bitch call a cab

Right now you gotta go woah

Can't trust these hoes noo woah

Had to switch my flow ooo woah

Can't take no more woah euhh