Lyrics My G's - Stooki Sound, Jelacee

My G's

Look, here was the deal last year
I was here tryna make a mil' last year
You were there sitting on tills last year
You were there still popping pills last year
Now, man made P’s this year
I’m talking 'bout G’s this year
I’m talking 'bout your whole wage
For the month is my hour fee this year
Yeah, Air Max creps on the set
Man can’t try test me on a set
No less than one G for a set
U.S.A. want me for a set
Down under want me for a set
East Asia want me for a set
So don’t ever think you could ever try take
Mandem for Jeffery for a sec
Look, I don’t smoke tree no more 'cause a man turned sober
Still got a Nike pouch over my shoulder
Took the whole beat scene by storm
'Cause man’s a wicked skengman composer
Asking the Lord to forgive me
When I shut down, I’m out with no history
Ex-girl, how about now?
Who miss me?
Make the gyal dem pulsate, no Mystry
Wait, when did I get bait?
When did girls start liking my face?
When did I stop paying a score for an eighth?
When did I get five tings tryna be main?
Like wait, blud, who are you?
Chicken eater, yeah, who are you?
Didn’t see you anywhere last year
Man’s calling me fam, like mate, who are you?
Wow