On some G shit

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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

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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

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