G To The P (feat. KT Foreign)

Nine eight, free the thugs Suck a K, I think another, opp dead now Put your ski on, told brother, hop out, head down Fresh off ah skit, I'm on the road, gettin' bread now Niggas keep playin' with my mans, gettin' fanned down Niggas playin' with my mans, I'ma show cuzz Opp niggas said, they slide, but never showed up It's okay, I heard your brother gettin' rolled up If I ever get up in that room, I ain't gon' fold up Yo, brother got up in that room and he told it all Brother said he got some P's, he finna smoke it all Man, this pain in my head, I'm tryna smoke it off Brother said he got a whole brick, I'm like, what's the cost Brother said he got a brick, I got eight hunnid On nine eight with two poles, yeah, I stay thuggin Told the ho, get out my face, you bet not say nothin In the studio for features, I think a play comin I need five hunnid for a verse now Baby A in my pants, then put my shirt down Niggas need to stop loafin', then put them perks down Told this ho, go and get a bag, then don't make no sound I need my bag now The ho wasn't talkin' bout no chicken, yeah, I'm mad now I remember I was different, I'm like my dad now Ten bands out the dice, I ain't gon' crap out Pass lil' brother fully, he finna act out Sellin' hella shhh on the block, I been trapped out Nigga tried to bend that one block, it got packed out I ain't playin' games, I'm outside with my strap out I ain't playin' no games, I keep pop on me Niggas stop sayin', ah-ah, you is not Slobe Nigga said he pulled the move, nigga not on me Four five, bitch, it's customized, that's a good forty They can't f*ck with this, told this ho Get out the load if you ain't suckin' dick F*ck the suckas, I'm like, nigga, who you runnin' with I heard she broke, I'm not even finna touch the bitch I heard she broke, I don't even wanna hear her name Nine eight, Baby Ree, I'm not here to stay Baby Ree the real P, I'm just here to play If she ain't talkin' bout no bag, then don't look my way Uh, if she ain't talkin' bout no bag, then don't look my way Nine eight, everybody hate Oty, niggas know what it is We the real steppers, pha, pha, pha Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Nigga tried to snake me, bet this chop make him rattle up Play ball, he striked out, nigga batter up Niggas hella broke, tryna funk, give that battle up Don't pull a move and try to hide, and get your family touched G-Gang, nigga, I'm in G-Mode If I want her, I can have her, I'm a cheat code Chop Suey, box a nigga up and beat loads She wanna leave, free her feet, speak on My main bitch got a bag when I get home You mad, put your feelings up, cause I need loaf You gon' get your ass whooped like you stole somethin, blicked up, wrong move, take his soul from em Look, I'm on my way to Portland where the blade at I just met this foot, she tryna pay dad Nonchalant checkin' trap, I be laid back Leave a broke foot behind like she got held back G-Gang