We're on G-Top, dawg, patrolling the beach Niggas say they hard as bitch, but they as soft as a peach Claiming the G of all G's, please I come blowing through like the breeze Sittin' on threes, post it Coastin', mashin' down Pacific Coast In the bomb-prone rims, black on black Yukon With nuts hangin' from the city where the bangers be bangin' It don't seem like shit is changin' I hollered at the homie the other day
G'd up at the park sippin' Alizade One of the homies took a beatin' So now we're spendin' through your gang And checkin' at the meetin' Life cycles repeatin' It's just another sunset, fallin' sea I can hear the homies that pass callin' me And you know what I've discovered?
What they keep sayin' Keep your mind of your money
to shake bosses.
Thank you.
Have you ever sold millions?
But yet you niggas persist to talk shit.
Get off my... You never catch me slipping.
Rolling with the heat.
Slap the clipping.
I never thought the world would start tripping.
My life's a crypto.
Hit the crypto.
Blow the whistle.
They think I've banged.
So I pack a pistol.
More to the G is a G. I don't...
with you niggas alone with me let's ride to the east side slide like a foe i pack some fofo when i'm stepping out goes to the bang to the boogie if i speak then i spoke warns you you do it every time till you're low
Get the party lit like blazing smoke.
The east side of the beach.
West side of the coach.
You know the niggas that I ride with.
Halt.
Attack dogs.
The same niggas on down the dial.
Fly away, my dear Petra, to your native land, our native land.
Thank you for watching!
Who's the man?
I've been from London to Japan, stomped land to land, to the Egyptian sands.
You can't check me, disrespect me, or mop me up.
With a bass bumping out my truck, and all these police trying to lock me up.
Money rules the world, and I made the loot, so don't make me shoot.
Cause trying to match should get you done every time.
I ain't trying to hurt nobody, but I'm down for mine.
Be at you.
Money over power.
Power over money.
Money over power.
Bitch.
Bitch.
Fly away, my dear, fly away to your native land, my native land, our native land.
Uda febeci beca, sholom hafele.
you
Let there be peace in the world, and peace in our native land.
Oh, my God.
