G.I.G.O

(альбом: The Jungle - 2019)

(Hicks on the beats)
Hey
Yeah, hold on
Tried to tell these niggas man
Hey
(Damn Juice you dripping sauce)

How many times I gotta tell you
Boy I'm really on that cash shit?
I'ma serve a nigga the same hand I wipe my ass with
We grew up with momma
We ain't had no dad bitch (Hold on)
These niggas had silver spoons
And ours was kinda plastic
Bitches sucking dick for guwop
And call theyself a bad bitch (Hol don)
Yes I talk my shit a lot
'Cause I ain't never had shit (Never)
Niggas think I'm hurt 'bout what they said
But I be laughing
Bitch just asked me can I give her head
I started laughing

I got high as fuck
Then decided to do this song (Aye)
I know it's family first
But your family do you wrong (Forreal)
I just be like fuck it
I be better off alone
Wipe my hands with all this shit
And change the number to my phone
Took this teno? out the 9
'Cause I couldn't bring it in the club (Aye)
They say come with something smaller
So I went and bought a slug
Run that shit I feel like Poppa Bear
And these niggas some cubs
I get in then get up outta there
Ain't tryna kiss and hug

I get in then get up outta there
Ain't tryna kiss and hug (Bitch)
I get a lotta hate
But I be getting a lotta love (Aye)
Forget I had I bitch
'Cause I was booted off them drugs
They say when it rains it pours
But I been in the flood
When this nigga get that crazy? (When?)
When he started doing that? (How?)
I'm from Dallas baby
I know how to watch my back
How come every time I see him
Shit don't add up to his raps
Niggas say they diamonds dancing
But ain't got shit on they neck (I'm fly nigga)

All this dressing, Thousand Island
Bitch I be styling
Valet parked the Dodge
Hear me just to do some shopping (Skrrt)
Momma won't be stressing longer
Son just started popping (Aye)
Niggas won't be Batman
Only when they 'round the Robin (Pussy)
It was either goulash every night or sloppy joes (Forreal)
I blow a lotta boogers like I got a runny nose
And these niggas gon' be bitches
These hoes gon' be hoes (That's what it is)
Don't ask me what I'm smoking
And you can smell it on my clothes

(There go that lightskin with them tats)
Got a nigga pissed
Smith and West ain't got no safety
I might shoot my dick
Lil' momma brought a camera with her
I might shoot a flick (Aye)
Some niggas got it coming to 'em
Nah I ain't forget (Hell nah)
These bitches think they knowing everything
Then take yo' ass to Yale
I'm in route with all this paper
Look like I deliver mail
Niggas always whining
Like these pussy niggas broke a nail
Yeah, I play it cool
But they know I got shells like Taco Bell

Nah forreal bitch
Real talk nigga
I be playing it cool
But I got shells like Taco Bell
Forreal
Aye