[Refrain]
Im a real fucking G
Fuck around and find out, Bitch you gon’ see
Came up in this bitch, with my mother fucking crew
Fuck around and see what a mother fucker do
See, I’m a real fucking G
Fuck around and find out, Bitch you gon’ see
Came up in this bitch, with my mother fucking crew
Fuck around and see what a mother fucker do
[Chorus]
Yeah I live how I want to
Get the money pronto
Driving real fast like I’m oj in a bronco
Smoking good weed, get it shipped from toronto
Posted with gang yeah and i’m the head honcho
Big chains, diamonds on the rings
Whipping in the porsche truck, twenty inch rims
Got her riding shotgun, take her for a spin
Counting up the cash like “kaching! Yeah “Kaching! Ching-ching”
[Verse]
See I’m a real fucking G
Fuck around and find out, you gon’ see
See I Came up in this bitch, with my mother fucking crew Me, my crew, and I gon’ do whatever fuck we wanna do Ok maybe I came in this game a baby
But baby I’ve come up, like a benz no Mercedes
That’s a scuba joke, through the spokes, spit it when i'm outspoken
My bitch got pedigree, yeah, and your bitch ain't even house broken Im a real fucking g, fuck around in this bitch, find out and see, See I came in up in this bitch with my motherfucking crew, Me, my crew, and I gon’ do whatever fuck we wanna do Ok baby we got, we smoking pound of the narcotics, on exotic shit, Smoking fire yeah, it’s the hottest shit
Smoke the bag, smoke the prada, like it nadda shit, cause it ain't nothing smoke designer, smoke the product bitch, smoke an ounce of pina colada I been flippin’ straight pounds at the suite at ramada
So I made this whole album, persona non grata
You can stigmatize me, nailed this stigmata
[Chorus]
Yeah I live how I want to
Get the money pronto
Driving real fast like I’m OJ in a bronco
Smoking good weed, get it shipped from toronto
Posted with gang yeah and i’m the head honcho
Big chains, diamonds on the rings
Whipping in the porsche truck, twenty inch rims
Got her riding shotgun, take her for a spin
Counting up the cash like “kaching! Yeah “Kaching! Ching-ching”
[Verse]
Yeah I spit it so hot, Coming for the top, or my motherfucking spot, Every time I’m close to the peak, yeah I drop
And I start it up again, yeah the trying don’t stop
Cause I try try again, till I’m gettin’ the plaques
I’m a motherfucking prophet, like black on a graph
Yeah I’m on one, I’m off one, I’m off of my ass
Let that bass bounce bitch, drop your ass like a bass
Uh huh, I’m a morbid mortician, sitting in the porch ripping
Got allure like im fishing, and I’m sniffing snorting kittens Fork in the road, yeah it’s splitting, my choices are jokes or spitting I went for both of them bitches, that’s why these trees I stay hittin’ smoking backwoods in the backwoods, Yo
Car wrecks, inner city, cracked hoods
I made my own lane, bitch this ain’t no accident
You know im really that
Product bitch, smoke an ounce of pina colada
I been flippin’ straight pounds at the suite at ramada
So I made this whole album, persona non grata
You can stigmatize me, nailed this stigmata
[Chorus]
Yeah I live how I want to
Get the money pronto
Driving real fast like I’m oj in a bronco
Smoking good weed, get it shipped from toronto
Posted with gang yeah and i’m the head honcho
Big chains, diamonds on the rings
Whipping in the porsche truck, twenty inch rims
Got her riding shotgun, take her for a spin
Counting up the cash like “kaching! Yeah “Kaching! Ching-ching”
