[Chorus: King Gordy]
I say he always talking that Gangsta shit
Well tell me just how much dirt have you done?
Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch
Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no!
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G!
[Verse 1: Bizarre]
Barking at the video, looking all tough
Wild ass background, hood looking rough (Yeah)
Nigga you ain't a G, softer than Anne Marie
Fuck boys, wouldn't even harm a flea
This nigga ain't no fool, he went to Catholic school
Five bedrooms, large swimming pool
This nigga's a clown, he ain't carrying no pound
Only dirt he did when he played in the playground
He claiming 7 mile, but that ain't his hood
He from eighteen in Gratchet off in the woods
Beef, he's the first nigga to say something
When its time to scrap, he's the first nigga running
Pour that burner, snipe like Wesley
Niggas start fighting and this nigga left me
[Interlude]
Where the fuck was you at, man? Man, what?
You ain't see me getting rushed? No man, I was smoking a square
You ain't see me getting rushed, where they at? Man!
[Chorus: King Gordy]
I say he always talking that Gangsta shit
Well tell me just how much dirt have you done?
Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch
Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no!
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G!
[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
You're fake and forging it, hanging with impostors
Your father's a pastor, he graduated from Harvard
There's not a hustle in you
Standing in the line for a couple hours at the venue
'Cause ain't nobody tryna let your broke ass in and your street cred is horrible
We be shootin' dice while you're partner shootin' marbles
When the car pull up you look at them like "what the fuck?"
With enough shit in your pants to hide them little nuts
You wearing wife beaters, but ain't never beat your wife, guy
She's too busy tying up that t-shirt in a knot (Ha)
The only thing you ever saw you stole it from your pops
And never lift a shop 'cause your stupid-ass did not put the bullets
In it and left the house gotta snatch about your blouse
How do you lit a Glock with no slugs get inside your mouth?
That's the shit I'm talking 'bout a straight
Snitch, a bitch with black letters on your birth certificate
[Chorus: King Gordy]
I say he always talking that Gangsta shit
Well tell me just how much dirt have you done?
Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch
Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no!
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G!
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
First name is "Spender", middle name is "About To"
Last name is "Almost" it's easy to spot you
'Cause he's always speaking on "What he was finna do"
He was about to fuck somebody up, and almost did it to
The last one to swing but the first to book out (I'm out!)
The niggas get dirt he always wanna be look out
Running with the real ones, getting in the beef
But when shit goes down he ain't nowhere in the streets
Walk with me quick, the loudest of the bunch
Talking reckless, acting tough
Starting shit because in deep you know a nigga like that, please, stay away
'Cause is most likely he gon' get your ass shot one day (Blaow!)
[Chorus: King Gordy]
I say he always talking that Gangsta shit
Well tell me just how much dirt have you done?
Well if you ask me, frankly I think you a bitch
Never sold no dope, never shotted my gun
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
There ain't a gangsta bone in his body no!
You're not a G please, you're not a G see
This poor guy wouldn't hurt nobody no! You're not a G!
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