Lyrics GG - Buck Fifty, Kid Trunks, SB

GG

Hi, my name’s Ryan
You might wanna turn this the fuck up (Oh my gosh, D. Rein)
Slap this shit on your motherfuckin' 808s
Yeah
Flow sick (Ouu), I be rappin' with a snotty nose (Ugh)
Dope shit (Shit), like there’s syringes in yo' audio
Used to hit licks (What?), but now I let the body flow (Yeah)
Runnin' through these tracks, ouu, workin' on my cardio
Pass out (Ouu), smokin' dope to the face (Uh)
Ash out (What?), all the weed on the plate (Huh)
Pour up (Uh), feel good then I skate (Skrr)
Hold up (Skrr, skrr), don’t get in my way (Ayy)
Yuh, I don’t care about a hater or a bitch (Fuck a hoe)
On my, they all black just like my whip (Just like my whip)
It’s a fact, four-hunnid bitches on my ship (All on my ship)
It’s a fact, you is a fool and you a lick (You is a lick)
I don’t care about a hater or a bitch (You is a bitch)
On my, they all black just like my whip (Just like my car)
It’s a fact, four-hunnid bitches on my ship (Right in my boat)
It’s a fact, you is a fool and you a lick (You is a lick)
I don’t care about a hater or a bitch (Or a bitch)
On my, they all black just like my whip (Just like my car)
It’s a fact, four-hunnid bitches on my ship (Right on my boat)
It’s a fact, you is a fool and you a lick (And you a lick)
I don’t care about a hater or a bitch (Or a bitch)
On my, they all black just like my whip (Just like my car)
It’s a fact, four-hunnid bitches on my ship (All on my boat, uh-huh)
It’s a fact, you is a fool and you a lick (You is a lick)
Everybody in my team kings, castle is different
Always keep pills on me, had to burn the prescriptions
If your ears is virgin, I advise your ass not to listen
Niggas definitions of bitches, here as my witness
I just make it rain, everybody get cocaine
Bitch, I’m on a plane, just left Brazil, now I’m in Spain
Glued to the gang, so I’m still stuck inside my ways
I got road rage, so that means stay inside your lane
I be, on (Uh), Biscayne (Bitch)
I, left (Yeah), your bitch, came (Shit)
Niggas, change (Yeah), for the, fame (Yeah)
You a, lame (Bitch), Billy what I claim (Blatt)
Flow sick (Ouu), I be rappin' with a snotty nose (Ugh)
Dope shit (Shit), like there’s syringes in yo' audio
Used to hit licks (What?), but now I let the body flow (Yeah)
Runnin' through these tracks, ouu, workin' on my cardio
Pass out (Ouu), smokin' dope to the face (Uh)
Ash out (What?), all the weed on the plate (Huh)
Pour up (Uh), feel good then I skate (Skrr)
Hold up, don’t get in my way (Yeah)