2g wit It

Ugh, I got it, the chronic, It's all eyes on me baby Ugh, I got it, the chronic, that's why my eyes chinky Now I was the corner of something and something street Chillin at the spot where I know all my bitches be Celine bag right here and that's where I keep my heat But I don't never use it so its under the makeup sheets We was just posted tryna find us a lick You know what I mean, find us a trick A sucker ass nigga tryna think with with his dick That think he pulled him a bitch but homie don't even trip Because the girls in the trap are always hard We start talking that trash you start using your card And then the next thing that you know is you outta yo whip Now don't fuck with me boy this Nina pack a full clip, I'm 2 G Wit It Yup, I'm 2 G Wit It I'm 2 G Wit It Like this millennium I got bars, maybe too many of em They mad, and that's so silly of em I turn em all red just like I'm hemoglobin Now picture me rollin Flossin a Benz on rims that are never stolen Staying at this number one spot kinda like I'm frozen You forever number two you fools, I'm the one that's chosen Like all this ass in these jeans I'm the one that's holdin If you catch me in a lineup believe me I'm never foldin I might just flatten a bitch like tires rollin For even approaching this microphone I'm controllin See me on my grind, see me bout to shine See me on some real shit, I'm really doin fine See me on no gimmicks, see me doin me If you see Nina Macc you will see I keep it G I swear to GOD yo these... [