On some G shit

(Chorus) On some G shit, On some on some G shit x8 (G-Wiz) I’m on my A, B, C, G anybody can get it We gonna make a phone call, get em all gone Put the little homies on, nigga good riddance Give a fuck bout no law Dope attire, Dope in draws Run around with a [?] but take it like a cowboy midwest outlaw Pissy projects hall dwellers All my closest homies felons, racketeerers, money launder matters Killers, Two-Elevens Thug digits, Drug bodies, Drug users, Drug sellers I might kill you for christmas my full clip got new suppressors Hit my closest homie baby mama house and drop a G She ain’t hurting, that’s for certain but I know my nigga do the same for me Hit the table top, turn shoes on the other feet One minute you up, the next you down Make a nigga wanna down, who down for me I’m on some G shit (Chorus) On some G shit, On some on some G shit x8 (Freddie Gibbs) I’m on some G shit Stand on your feet bitch Nigga ten toes down of keys of powder on the street bitch No nigga gotta eat bitch Seven days of the week bitch Working on my 25th hour Clothes smell like fresh Uncle powder Want the power, get the cash Make them murders, take a bath Ain’t got weight, got no cake Hoes ain’t letting you hit that ass Brothers ain’t shit, Brother’s ain’t hitting it Get a little cat, then i’m going to hit it Silver Lac, foreign jesus Rolling up fat, smoking on kisha I just fed a 100 families with the papers they reported Shot a movie in my hood, the punk polices tried to spoil it Whatchyou know bout flushing seven books of work right down the toilet Never knew the hoes was looking, pot still cooking Keep it boiling I'm on some G shit (Chorus)