straight g shit

straight g shit you on my block ho you on my block bro get the strap ho get the strap bro straight g shit I catch you fucking on my block yo I catch you slipping on my block yo I catch you riding on my block yo I'ma give these bitches what they want yo you fuck wigga I don told ya I don't fuck wid ya you a city boi sitting pretty boi strapped leaned on the whip feeling titty boy but you gonna realise you in my city boi And I ain't wid ya boi looking hot glock sitting under my top glasses on riding out you motherfuckers getting taken out fucking brains leaking out tonight I'm riding straight to he'll yo fucking death on my mind its either him or me grind straight thugging out ain't got a bitch to be taken out ain't got time to be waiting out got all the money you can talk about but ain't wearing my bank balance fucking clowns The feds be watching Im always a step ahead swerving when I'm passing foot stuck on the gas n they probably be harassing but I can't stop laughing drop a dope beat and quick right circle round the block check mirrors and turn off the light maybe it about time I finish for the night but I want big stacks I gotta grind get signed unleash my rhythm in to the street take out suckers before we enter the beef and stamp my label on the earth growing high grade from the soil making every effort to stay loyal and true to the team respect my fans and smoke sunset cream big haze for days smoking a hundred different grades waking up feeling 50 shades seeing different grades packing my clip for the next round of straight g shit.