G Shit (feat. Jeezy / WatchTheDuck)

I'm a rich nigga like I don't know

I can change if I wanna, but I won't though

Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road

Real talk from the heart what I'm known for

Skinny jeans, I don't do those

I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for

Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though

Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough

Audemar, Hublot

One point five on the two-do'

Old hustle, new flow

Old money, new ho

Suckers prayin' I'm a chill, but I'm too cold

Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for?

Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks

Since nobody wanna make G shit

This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes

This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes

(Since nobody wanna make G shit)

They want G shit, give it to 'em

They want G shit, give it to 'em

I'm the one to give it to 'em

If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty

Still got them choppers, make you run from it

Camouflage, dog tag

Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass

Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?

Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that

Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back

A broke nigga he may entertain all that

All left field, keep it true, nigga

Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga

Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice

Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice

How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it

Don't write my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it?

Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks

Since nobody wanna make G shit

This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes

This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes

(Since nobody wanna make G shit)

They want G shit, give it to 'em

They want G shit, give it to 'em

I'm the one to give it to 'em

Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an Lb

We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki

And I'm a take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me

They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to Od

Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed

Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault

Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things

Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged

When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine

When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing

I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot

Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac

This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes

This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes

(Since nobody wanna make G shit)

They want G shit, give it to 'em

They want G shit, give it to 'em

I'm the one to give it to 'em