Im On Shit

Hey, yo J

2-1, ****, we G-babies around this motherfucker, huh, 2-1, huh, 2-1, yeah, yeah, ****, y'all

Don't even talk pistols, what's wrong, yeah, I'm God, I'm Josh, yeah, love

This perky got me itching in the boot

But I'm still on tip, I'm probably off a four watt

But I'm still on shit, high school, I had a girlfriend

I knocked a hoe, bitch, 30's cool on the Glocks

But I like hunnids on the cat, you know that **** smell so bad

Seen him out and you ain't smacked

I heard he got clipped with big shit

If it was me, I would've faked the moves

I think the **** did it

I'm tryna sell the hoe, bitch, fat ****, chose to F and in over four, ****, twin, geeking off his perk, blood, I dare not scratch my cross off

Get a keyboard, ****, smoked and making log off

They call me a whore, but nothing but hoes in my car, long

I'm pipping whores, picking up a hoe, if you fall off

Look, baby if you don't pay me, then you shook, baby

The suckers almost had a ****

Should've took Drake, this type of smoke

Big **** wish I would fade him

The grim reaper walk upon him in a nightcap

My killer surfing through the shit but they ain't find him yet

My twin weird he sold me pod and tried to buy a bag

But fuck it up though for them bucks hoe oh you a slut though then let the slut go

But I'm still on tip I'm probably off a four watt but I'm still on shit

In high school I had a girlfriend I'm not the whore bitch

30s cool on the glocks but i like hundreds on the cat you know

That **** smells your brother seen him out and you ain't smack I already got cool big shit

If it was me I would have faced him I'm trying to sell my whole bitch

Fat **** told the f and over four ****

Look, switches on all my guns, they know that play pocket

I ain't funkin' with them ****, them **** name droppin', white bitch, run up 10 bands

You know she play hot, I'm everywhere like the air, they know that play lockin'

I ain't playin' bout these blues, flippin' **** low

Between walk up on me and I face his

Ass, now **** bite the bull

And I just had like three years for runnin' in them stones

They said play was on that last skate, he wiped the ****, nah

Where these **** at

You better grab your strap

G-Block Stepper

We all double bad

Now get the fuck out this load if you ain't got no strap

And when y'all hear that, it's crazy

Got me inching in that girl, but I'm still on tip

I'm probably off a four-watt, but I'm still on shit

In high school, I had a girlfriend, I knocked a hoe, bitch

30's cool on the Glocks, but I like Hunnids on the cat

You know that **** smell toad better?

Seen him out and you ain't smack

I heard he got clipped with big shit

If it was me, I would've faked the moves

I think them **** did

I'm tryna sell the hoe, bitch

Fat **** chose the F&N over four-nick