Lyrics
Bris
Ayy G Man, uh
What's up, fool?
Uh Laudiano
Ayy, ayy
I been runnin' to the cake
You been cupcaking (You been cupcaking)
Let me shoot my shot
I ain't pumpfaking (I ain't pumpfaking)
See that gold on your neck
I'll come take it (I'll come take it)
Thirty dick hanging out the Glock like
It's buttnaked (Like it's buttnaked)
You can catch me up in traffic
With that heater on me (With this heater on me)
Bad bitch on my side
You know I keep her on me (You know I keep her)
Dumb nigga talkin' slick
Put the Reaper on him (Put that Reaper on him)
Park his load broad day
Just for speaking on me (Baow, baow)
Yeah, you'll probably get far
If you stop and listen (Stop and listen)
Movin' like the president
With a proposition (I got a proposition)
I be politicking like a politician (Like a politician)
Not to mention, niggas fuckin'
With the opposition (They fuck with suckers)
They killed my brother, sheddin' tears
Thought I'd never cry (Thought I'd never cry)
You better get a pole
I ain't selling mine (I ain't selling mine)
I keep it True Story, I ain't telling lies (I ain't telling lies)
I just did a drill, breaking news
It got televised (On my mama)
Yeah, these bitches call me daddy
Got me playin' father (Yeah, they call me daddy)
But I don't buy 'em shit
I gotta raise a daughter (I gotta raise a daughter)
I just wanna slide
Like it's Raging Waters (Like it's Raging Waters)
Quick to put this metal to his line
But I ain't a barber (But I ain't a barber)
You was 'posed to slide for me
But you never came (But you never came)
Married to the game
I need a wedding ring (I need a wedding ring)
Nigga dry snitched 'cause he said a name (Huh?)
I'll let it rain with G Man