G.I.G.O

(Hicks on the beats)

Hey

Yeah, hold on

Tried to tell these **** man

Hey

(Damn Juice you drippin' sauce)

How many times I gotta tell you

Boy I'm really on that cash shit?

I'ma serve a **** the same hand I wipe my ass with

We grew up with momma

We ain't had no dad bitch (Hold on)

These **** 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)

**** think I'm hurt 'bout what they said

But I be laughin'

Bitch just asked me can I give her head

I started laughin'

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 **** 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 gettin' 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 **** 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

**** say they diamonds dancing

But ain't got shit on they neck (I'm fly ****)

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 poppin' (Aye)

**** 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 **** gon' be bitches

These hoes gon' be hoes (That's what it is)

Don't ask me what I'm smokin'

And you can smell it on my clothes

(There go that lightskin with them tats)

Got a **** 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 **** got it comin' to 'em

Nah I ain't forget (Hell nah)

These bitches think they knowin' everything

Then take yo' ass to Yale

I'm in route with all this paper

Look like I deliver mail

**** always whining

Like these pussy **** broke a nail

Yeah, I play it cool

But they know I got shells like Taco Bell

Nah forreal bitch

Real talk ****

I be playin' it cool

But I got shells like Taco Bell

Forreal

Aye