Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna Be A G, artist - Dave East.
Date of issue: 07.11.2019
Song language: English
Wanna Be A G |
Word, this that new shit, nigga |
Dave East, Max Biggavel |
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? |
Ain’t ready for this shit, nigga |
Y’all niggas ain’t got this right here |
Oh, oh, Lord |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord |
Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, Lord |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord |
Oh, Lord |
Oh, oh, oh, Lord |
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Lord, Lord |
Corner of his block, that’s as far as he could see |
Fiends in and out the spot, it been hard to go to sleep (It been hard) |
Shorty wanna be a G (Shorty wanna be a G) |
Shorty wanna be a G (Uh) |
He ain’t seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak |
The shit that he be goin' through, you’ll probably never see (Oh) |
Shorty caught up in the streets (Caught up) |
Shorty wanna be a G |
He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see |
He tatted his homies on him 'cause most of them deceased |
Pourin' out liquor for niggas he’ll never see |
Fuck a book, he’ll rather catch a jux, he never read |
Shorty wanna be a G, he ain’t the one you wanna meet |
Dolo, he ain’t never deep |
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh) |
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh, oh) |
Corner of his block, that’s as far as he could see (Oh, oh, oh) |
That’s as far as he could see (Oh, oh lord) |
Alright |
Couple spots he robbed, he ain’t never got no job |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Alright |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Alright |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Shorty wanna be a G (Oh lord) |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Corner of his block, that’s as far as he could see |
The man on his block, that’s all he wanna be |
He came up on some guap and lost it all in a week (Lost) |
Just thinkin' 'bout his homies, lost 'em all in the streets (My niggas) |
Shorty wanna be a G |
If it ain’t about money, don’t wanna talk to you for free |
(Where that money at?) |
He young but got the heart to be a G |
He done put in pain, they know his name all through the streets (They know him) |
He’ll probably never change, he just wanna be a G |
Shorty wanna be a G |
Yeah |
This shit smooth right here, East |
I’m doin' the unthinkable |
This shit unprecedented right here |
You already know Harlem niggas, how we do |
Let’s go |
For the weekend, baby tried to charge me a G |
She like the wave, so I got that down to a three |
All she gotta do is touch and a nigga skeet |
We rep this Harlem shit, me and my nigga East (East) |
Biggaveli you’s a beast, alright |
Yeah, real niggas, real music, real street |
Street, feds watching out, I feel heat |
Niggas still cheatin', get a head start |
Chip in, get your benefits |
Niggas is ignorant, niggas inconsiderate |
Niggas be innocent, but still go to jail |
Can’t stand the pressure, they fuck around, they go and tell |
But I don’t shoot shade |
Step back, shoot a fade |
Marry the streets young, she toss up the bouquet |
Bottle of D’Usse, let’s crusade |
Nigga be jelly, they hate the Bigga, touché |
Time out on the stove, momma out in the cold |
Chain 300 thou', ridin' out in a Rolls |
Seats all clean, feet all clean |
In prison, I pedal smut, beat off king |
He off Henny, he off lean |
We all stick together, we all team |
Oww! |
Yeah |
Shout out to all my niggas |
East, what’s good? |
Shorty wanna be a G |
Shorty wanna be a G |
Corner of his block, that’s just as far as he could see |
That’s as far as he could see |