We'll be right back.
Outro Music
Peace.
Peace.
Peace.
Hey, Giga, Giga, Giga, hey!
That's just my brand new thing.
I'ma drop that, yo, grab it, I'm bring, bring all the niggas you wanna bring.
I, I, I thought you were brand new thing.
How, how you did was brand new thing.
Must be out of mind, think a tip won't touch me.
See it on a bush, let it burn like a split, split, split, fight it in discussion.
Ain't shit sweet.
We'll see you next time.
So why the finna have to break the mood till tomorrow?
Follow, follow, right, sucka niggas behind me.
Special, special kind of niggas.
Lies me.
We'll be right back.
Bye.
We'll be right back.
still spinnin' and I'm still smokin' heavy.
Look at both of my grills, my motherfuckin' mouth, lickin' jazz like the wheel on a Chevy.
I'm a player still.
I'm a player still.
I'm a player still.
I'm a player still.
I'm a player still.
I don't really want to have to brush you
I don't really wanna have to bust you, bitch.
I don't really wanna have to bust you, bitch.
I don't really wanna have to bust you, bitch.
That's so hard.
Niggas, niggas, I know they can't touch that shit.
I don't trip.
But it's pool love.
I be looking proud when I bust that Dutch.
Especially when I look at a Mac and a black Cadillac And the ball is in the home of trust When you see a nigga cruise through, never try to jack You gon' lose, cause I do, I'ma kill it real And motherfuckers wanna take my stack Cause niggas, niggas, I know I'm only fuckin' with the really real
And the haters wanna see me fall How could I let y'all up and play me?
Shit it on the good, and I pull up in my B-Hook and whip up an 8-ball and do a JG Twist, twist the bitch, and I plumb the shop With my man, Frisk Connect, and I ain't gon' lie
You be specializing and only coming up with dope shit They're pulling up with road wheels, that's fine Still, still drunk, still, still blunt Then I, then I creep through the hood real slow
Still drunk, still, still, still, blood.
Then I, then I creep through the hood real slow.
Still drunk, still, still, still, blood.
Then I, then I creep through the hood real slow.
Bye-bye when the bump come across this shit.
When I scream, look at my real home.
Real home.
Yeah, it's Maria.
Look at Maria.
smile round and round the
3IP Club Club told me at o'clock we pulling up around woods.
golden like a piece of fried chicken.
Money players, easy cleanin' like
I'm really beaming like a boosted practice sucking dick and drinking semen.
She scared of dreaming, wishing she could be my number one.
Forever young.
Mama, I just.
Don't try to ever take my dance from it.
You might as well jump off a cliff.
My last money.
This for my niggas to be busting.
But I ain't worried that I smoke one of them fuckin' haters.
And now I'm high.
the gators on the refrigerator.
Battlestar of Memphis, 10-10.
and gotta rep it.
The third I did, I met the rules, boy, I nicked the script.
All right, yeah, it's the real, it's the real.
