556 (Green Tip) [Spotem G-Mix]

(Ayy, bitch, I'm groovy) (He ain't no blood, he ain't this, he ain't that) (one and only) (He ain't a mac, too) (Sayin' this and that) (Bitch, it's gon' get him clapped too) (I be like, uh, bitch, uh) I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too Oh, he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you Oh, he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too Ridin' with a big Mac, bitch this ain't no fast food I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool I be like f*ck the wannabes they be like, "Jace, a fool" It ain't shit to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool Ayy, who is he? (who is he?) I like green tip .556 my ARPs I like pourin' Tris, fuckin' hoes and throwin' C's (bitch) She love D'usse, shakin' ass and love smokin' my weed I used to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single I ain't had no weed The i8 I'm in it came with no keys She want me save her bitch I ain't Christopher Reeves Say she a slut then she get slutted I get my nut and then I leave I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too Oh, he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you Oh, he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (nigga) Skrr skrr skrr, I done fucked the bowl up That bitch told me hol' up Too fast I might throw up I been in the fast lane, I been rolling doja These niggas fruit cakes, niggas they big sojas Don't push me to the edge 'cause I'm gettin' closer And you I can't like that 'cause your heart on your shoulder I'm dripping in Chanel today, that's the motive I might go drip Louis V for the culture I done poured a 4 in my two liter soda, soda Jump out put the blicks to ya shit f*ck ya over Reload the mag, hop out do 'em bad then it's over That street sweeper big bitch, it's a bulldozer I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too Oh, he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you Oh, he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too (one and only) Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (nigga)