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G.I. Joe
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Hip-Hop/Rap
G.I. Joe was released on February 21, 2020 by Alamo as a part of the album Superstar Creature
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Release DateFebruary 21, 2020
LabelAlamo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM125

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Gotit
Lil Gotit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
London Holmes
London Holmes
Composer
Semaja Render
Semaja Render
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
London On Da Track
Producer

Lyrics

Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin' big shit, yeah, on the horn
Lock in the pots and we beat 'em off the stove
Gotit talk to 'em, all this drip I'm pursuin'
If my brother got beef, I'm chewin'
Thirty-three shots, lil' ****, Patrick Ewing
I'd rather fuck her friend 'fore I leave her alone
Insecure 'bout a bitch? No
Ridin' with the sticks like G.I. Joe
Peep a **** game, ****, dead on the low
Investin' in the trap, got bags in the floor
Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa
**** too close, you ain't hear the car beep
Back-up camera, yeah gon' got me
Cameras on the truck, TV gon' see
When I head to the shows, SB with me
Wipe a **** down, that's TB
Mama so proud we on TV
Pearls 'round my neck, them CCs
The label cut the check, run the bag by me
Move all the hate so I can see
Neck on froze, that's zero degrees
Reached all my goals, I'ma hop in these
I don't give a fuck if she stay or she leave
Yeah, I'm a born superstar
Young **** shit, I was ridin' in a Porsche
Know about me, hundred shots, get aborted
Now they want no smoke, now they ass tryna sort it
Bitches gettin' crunk, yeah, I hit 'em with a cover
Bank account long, lotta zeros, lotta commas
A **** stand where he get hit, gon' stumble
Real G.O.A.T. shit, I'ma teach you to do numbers
Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin' big shit, yeah, on the horn
Lock in the pots and we beat 'em off the stove
Gotit talk to 'em, all this drip I'm pursuin'
If my brother got beef, I'm chewin'
Thirty-three shots, lil' ****, Patrick Ewing
I'd rather fuck her friend 'fore I leave her alone
Insecure 'bout a bitch? No
Ridin' with the sticks like G.I. Joe
Peep a **** game, ****, dead on the low
Investin' in the trap, got bags in the floor
Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa
**** too close, you ain't hear the car beep
Back-up camera, yeah gon' got me
Cameras on the truck, TV gon' see
When I head to the shows, SB with me
I want millions, millions and trillions
A lot of hundreds, old hundreds to the ceilin'
They fakin', they flodgin', they dodgin' all the realest
Supercharged truck gon' catch you, ****, in an instant
Back then, **** ain't have too much
Now everything I do go up
I don't never hate, just wish luck
From opps, yeah, up and it's stuck
Mind on the murder
Yeah, about me, hood babies in a hurry
Runnin' up a bag, yeah, jumpin' over hurdles
I'm gon' cop the Wraith with the mothafuckin' curtains
Wanna be hood baby, then come join
Rockin' Gucci socks with Air Force Ones
Poppin' big shit, yeah, on the horn
Lock in the pots and we beat 'em off the stove
Gotit talk to 'em, all this drip I'm pursuin'
If my brother got beef, I'm chewin'
Thirty-three shots, lil' ****, Patrick Ewing
I'd rather fuck her friend 'fore I leave her alone
Insecure 'bout a bitch? No
Ridin' with the sticks like G.I. Joe
Peep a **** game, ****, dead on the low
Investin' in the trap, got bags in the floor
Everywhere I trap, got racks on the sofa
**** too close, you ain't hear the car beep
Back-up camera, yeah gon' got me
Cameras on the truck, TV gon' see
When I head to the shows, SB with me
Written by: London Holmes, Semaja Render
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