G'z & C's

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' F*ck around with the f*ck 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' F*ck around with the f*ck 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 f*ck 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