Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GG, artist - Bandgang MasoeDate of issue: 15.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GG |
| Bitch, I’m BGSG, dope strong as Pepsi |
| Main bitch sexy, I ride around, she neck me |
| Gang gang stamp me, I’ll play you if you let me |
| And we rollin' heavy, got cutters like a deli |
| This shit, it get so serious, I can’t tell no lies |
| That shit hurt me so bad when my auntie died |
| That shit hurt my soul bad, seen my mama cry |
| And when you ride through my hood, better know how to slide |
| This shit’d hurt my pride if I couldn’t provide |
| I’d rather be locked or gone with my niggas that died |
| Everybody can’t be down, some niggas can’t ride |
| Every bitch 'round me know she stuck 'til she dry |
| He don’t even know his ho fuck on the low |
| You don’t even see my ho, she super grown |
| I’ll pull up on your block and I’ll drop sixty-four |
| Spin around the block again, drop sixty more |
| That’s a light one-twenty-four |
| In the sixty lane doin' a buck-twenty, ho |
| This bitch, she super bad, I don’t know what she on |
| I just see the pain in my cup and then I sip some more |
| Damn bro, what they hit you for? |
| 'Cause we tryna get some more |
| I just poured LeSean McCoy, but I still could sip some more |
| Shoot them bitches gone, she look like a give-and-go |
| Bitch give me them coins, I guess I’m what she was wishing for |
| Bitch wasn’t tryna listen, though, had to let that bitch go |
| Bitch, I’m BGSG, dope strong as Pepsi |
| Main bitch sexy, I ride around, she neck me |
| Gang gang stamp me, I’ll play you if you let me |
| And we rollin' heavy, got cutters like a deli |
| This shit, it get so serious, I can’t tell no lies |
| That shit hurt me so bad when my auntie died |
| That shit hurt my soul bad, seen my mama cry |
| And when you ride through my hood, better know how to slide |
| Ridin' in that drop-head, I cannot disguise it |
| I heard them bitches watchin', them bitches watchin' |
| Them bitches more than watchin', them bitches plottin' |
| I heard he pocket watchin', I can’t wait to pop him |
| This bitch just like to shake her ass and she can’t wait to drop it |
| They put the feds on us, even they couldn’t stop it |
| Even them bitches watchin', fuck it, we ain’t stoppin' |
| Got hella gifties in, like I’m goin' Christmas shoppin' |
| Same day, ran through the load and we already coppin' |
| You see that codeine and promethazine, my baby bottle |
| I’m out of town servin' white girl, call it Lady Gaga |
| Old boy, you playin' with that bag, I guess you tryna die, huh? |
| Got niggas talkin' 'bout our line-ups, George Blaha |
| Yeah, we got it, aha, can you get it now now? |
| We go up top, bye bye, well-connected, wifi |
| All facts, voila, three-fifty deep fried |