Blues

Ayy Ay dis junt hard GBE Riley Gang, y'all know what's going on Let me wreak this junt right quick Two is the loneliest number, Charles Sorry I can't lay up but I'm tryna stack these blues I refuse to sit up and be broke, that's something I can't do Havin turkey bags by the lo, can't go out like no fool I'ma lay up with the mic, spend the night, At the booth Ayy, catch me in the north and I'm thumbing through these blues Whole team shinin', don't apply by the rules You get out your body, you gon' die if you move These rap niggas my sons, need to take them boys to school Come in first place, I'ma win, never lose She don't like the fact I'm chasing money, snooze if she lose He was a different person yesterday, he changing up his mood You got GBE and Riley Gang, you know we bad news Turkey bags by the lo, addict of the household She think she finna stay but she finna get kicked out though I'm still the same nigga, quick to hit a nigga mouth though Steady reaching for my pockets, ain't find nothing but a bankroll North dallas born and raised nigga, I am not switching Looking like a jackpot, ice on me, still hitting Girl, that's about me, I'm Lil G, baby, I'm still with it All up in the police station, you niggas is still snitching Sorry I can't live, but I'm tryna stack these blues I refuse to sit up and be broke, that's something I can't do Havin turkey bags by the lo, can't go out like no fool I'ma lay up with the mic, spend the night, hit the booth