[Hook]
I’m wishing that you could see me now
All the dudes you fucked with wanna be me now
We’ve come seek you out
Don't you leave the house
Beretta on my level better peep the style
Don’t settle on the pedal
We gon' keep it wild
From the streets that I’ve trailed
To come beat you 'round
Lead the crowd
I’m the mother fucking G-to-the-R-double-E
Trouble in my mind never stay far from the heat
[Verse 1: Evanda]
My bruh done gone through a whole lot
Man I don't trust you bitches
I only hear out myself really, so what
Keep quiet Better Fuck you listen
I'm a real one, G
You better ask 'round
How a pretty motherfucker never crash down
Rocking fly shit I choose to stand out
Not a phony white boy out in the background
Smokin' on that reefer
Fuck you shisha fuck boys
Rocking boat shoes
Bruh you better keep up
Copping Gourmets all day, foreplay
Pussy raw taste just like lemon sorbet
Load up the clip
Roll up the strip
Got a problem trick?
Better solve what you get
These kids snitch man
I heard it from them
All it takes is a bitch to get words out of him
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Psychosowdy]
First things first, man I don't give a fuck
Slam on them heavy like a motherfuckin' truck
Bam! Cause I want the dollar so I buck
Man she could probably swallow on these nuts
I'm the man so I grip hard on these nuts
Don't stunt, balling under pressure
Call me clutch
The freshman, probably wear leather with a tux'
Leave her at leavers with the boy she get crushed
Cause I don't give a fuck
The guy who writes raps and plans demises
Bombing on the track with terror like ISIS not righteous
I might just leave you lifeless
Cut cleaner than carats on your wrist
I fuck the world, leave it leaking juices
Brutus, brutal beating
Fly on broomsticks
Used for quidditch and you be just a snitch
Motherfucker 'bout to batter beats cause I am better
Gun talk, my words spit like a beretta
I talk the gun talk, kick up dust like chalk
Outlined in chalk, and I planted the bean stalk
You ain't jack shit, punk bitch take this
Four straight to the dome, motherfucker take this
You a clone to a coward so you probably fake this
Get ready, 15 killas like the year is the basis
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Evanda]
17 still find me in the club popping bottles
Alizé swallowed
High like the Apollo
My style always trending all they do is try to follow
White bitches never get the point till they fucking hollow
Through the chest
Leave you outta breath
Talking 'bout a vest
I’m the best
Don’t bite it invest
Walking out impressed yeah
Y’all bitches stuck on the second gear
Compare us what we wear
My clothes make you look like that you dressing queer
Smoking reefer
Still blown out in these cold streets
Real homie cop grills check the gold teeth
An explanation not enough
I need more reasons
Man, we so turnt up keep you no sleeping
Bass loud, yeah just how I like it
808's thumping like a Bruce Lee sidekick
Say my name brother then we move like lightning
Cause I play no games bruh when it comes to who is the tightest