Gotz 2 be a G

(*talking*)

Yeah, we back nigga

Lil' Flipper, Yung Ro, Chamillionaire

This how it go, ha-ha

We still doing this mixtape shit nigga

Yeah uh, B.G. Duke up in this bitch, look

[Lil' Flip]

I'ma be a G, until the day that I die

Everyday you see me, nigga I'll be high

I'm smoking on that hays, use to smoke on that regular

Now niggaz mad, I'm a hitter the competitors

On another level, yellow rocks all in my fucking bezel

Nigga they causing trouble, you wan' tangle with the devil

I'm rolling with my glocks, I ain't fucking with the cops

But I'm busting fucking shots, cause they don't give me props

They know me on the East, they know me on the West

Even when I'm in my hood, I still gotta wear my vest

Niggaz they wanna test, cause they album was a mess

But when I step out I go to the club, they hoes impressed

They like the way I dress, and they like the shoes I buy

They know everytime they see Flip, he gon be fly

Got the Mikey D's jersey, got my name on the back

Even they caught cases, we got caine in the Lac

We gon hustle till we broke, we ain't broke because we hustle

Niggaz claim they in they in the streets, but they know I got that muscle

But a nigga use to struggle, now a nigga doing good

I'm like the Diplomats, what's really good hood

[Hook]

Got to be a G, to the day that I die

Got to be a G, to the day that I die

All my boys real, to the day that I die

Got to be a G, to the day that I die

Got to be a G, to the day that I die

All my boys real, to the day that I die

All them boys real, I'm a G

All them boys real, I'm a G

[Yung Ro]

It feel good to be me, because I shine everyday

Wake up and then I pray, and thank the Lord for this day

A new day means hope, another chance to get it

I got the mind of a G, so I plan to get it

Plan to split it, divide it where it's 'spose to go

Stack it up and share with the ones, close to Ro

That's how it's 'spose to go, well at least I speak for me

But if you feel me nod your head, cause I also speak for G's

Real niggaz who want hundred, playas guys and gent's

And we a dying breed, think it's like five percent

I's a pimp, on ro-do and mind's a scent

From a place under water, so my eyes are squinched

But nevermind that, just pour me up two cups of liquor

Jump down so you could sip a, skeet taste with Koopa and Flipper

And your boy Yung Ro, teach you how to fold bread

To my niggaz on lock, stay smart hold your head

I'm rolling heads, while rolling red down the block

Trunk unlock trunk pop, trunk knock cock stop

Drop bops flop, looking at me while I do my thang

Switching lanes holding grain, pushing caine hold up mayn

I'm a G peep my style, how I called it how I feel

Mack P, Koopa, Flip, Twin all them boys real

And all them boys feel, yeah the same way as me

Real recognize real, I swear to you I'm a G

Ha, real recognize real I swear to you I'm a G

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip]

I'm the realest of the real, I'm the trillest of the trill

Nigga fuck around with me, I'ma have to show the steel

I'ma have to show my skills, let these bitch niggaz know

That these snitch niggaz know, Lil' Flip run the show

You can open up for me, nigga I'm the headliner

Fuck around with niggaz, who always get vagina

You tricking your do', we never licking em low

Nigga you rolling and picking, nigga I'm picking them hoes

We got bitches on every coast, bitches in every state

Niggaz talk shit, but they gon up on Ricki Lake

Broke rapper no deal, no skills stay broke

Mo'fuckers smoking regular weed, we got that good dro

I'm a fucking hood nigga, bad nigga good nigga

AK-47, chopper made of wood nigga

It's understood nigga, we ride candy nigga

In every state, all these niggaz wanna ban me nigga

I got they bitches number, in my phone yeah bitch

You know I got a fucking story, I'ma tell bitch

I got a brick to sell, I got a click in jail

And when they get out, I got them niggaz getting my mail

Tipping the scales, we above the law

Like Steven Segal, niggaz fake like Ru Paul

The way that I ball, the dro that I buy it's the best shit

I never step out the house, without my vest bitch

I got my glock on my lap, got my mind on my money

Got these bitch niggaz broke rappers, trying to fuck with Johnny

But they can't, get the pink rocks yellow rocks

Blue rocks, niggaz do shows and fuck with the cops

But I ain't doing that shit, I got my own team

Oh you going away, bitch I'm the home team

I got my own shit, I got my own click

I know I fucked your gal, yep I got my own bitch

I'm just a playa like Hef, I'm just jazzy like Jeff

I got stripes like the ref, these nigga lie but they deaf

They can't hear what I'm saying, these niggaz think that I'm playing

Now their bodies decaying, when I'm bucking and spraying

Me and Will don't play, we got scrill everyday

We blow kill everyday, biatch

(*scratching*)