Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song G'd Up, artist - Trizz. Date of issue: 31.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
G'd Up |
| If some niggas talking shit in my city, let’s get it cracking |
| This shit is more than rapping, click clack you then get to clapping |
| Or we can keep it personal, walk up on them and stab them |
| These niggas ain’t with the business |
| I swear to you they just acting |
| You motherfuckers ain’t on my level, go get a job |
| Or bump into one of my lil niggas and then get robbed |
| Shout out my nigga Sean, he with it, ready to mob |
| These niggas ain’t really banging |
| They get pressed and turn to god |
| Fuck church, they stealing instead of praying |
| Collection goes to the pastor, so fuck whatever they’re saying |
| If a reverend tries to stick me for my fetti, Imma spray him |
| Jesus gon' have to save him, Imma kill him, I ain’t playing |
| Ay man, I’m high as fuck off of Xans |
| Stay blunt and my eyes red, shockingly I ain’t dead |
| Fuck y’all, run and tell them what I said |
| I be at the crib, playing Xbox, getting head, nigga |
| Ease up, G’s up, stay G’d up |
| They them and we us, we leak blood |
| You know the name nigga, made gang, eat guts |
| Gangster shit, nigga, I was raised on that G stuff |
| I deal with a lot of niggas like that |
| What I do is, rip out their intestines |
| Throw them in the back, then I drive off |
| It’s my prerogative, switch knives leave your mind soft |
| Get the tiny cough and eat them for breakfast, IHOP |
| Fry your guts like, I was talking and suggested |
| Clean up blood, like Mr. Clean |
| Stay sick, cause it’s just a season |
| Sherman, the IV I’m leaving |
| Embalming fluid, get the cigarette, light it, breath in |
| We eat skin off niggas, that trynna creep in |
| And use this for our name |
| They can’t get away with that, get the baby snatched |
| In a heinous act, baby, I could throw away |
| The shit, better get your chrome thang aiming |
| Until the Made Gangcame in |
| Pull out the AK, spray them |
| Take the witnesses, I’m an agent |
| Double O deuce four, like Kevin told you, blood on the apron |
| None of your family’s safe then |
| Imma rape them and eat like bacon |
| Make them get naked, then waste them |
| Cut out your tongue I taste it |
| And what I do is get two kids |
| Dress them up in all blue fits |
| And raise them to be a gangster |
| But Imma tell them niggas what you did |
| Now let me tell you, raped a 17 year old |
| School teacher slash rapper |
| You should get a dildo shaped like your wife and name it after her |
| I’m G’d up, like Gardenblock |
| Nigga you better watch your back |
| Blood niggas ain’t got you, I got blood brothers that’ll handle that |
| Run in the house with the mini Macc |
| They don’t give a fuck, they killing kids and grown ups |
| Nigga bodies get sewed up |
| Nigga, you don’t know your history |
| I did that shit, nigga, you mad cause you the missing piece |
| Leave your body in missing pieces |
| Mission complete, it’s manimal |
| Now I think this nigga Hannibal want to get handled, yo |
| Shit, he couldn’t hold a candle to manibal animal |
| Nigga I’m eating niggas for breakfast and drinking a can of milk |
| Yeah, you know it’s done nigga |
| Me and G-Macc, Trizz, we eating when we done with ya |