G4 Say by G4 Lyrics
G4 Say
Gus say why you talk on phones
Like you a fed Nigga
Gus said the same shit top said
Dead nigga
Older bitches love the jimmy
They can’t see a age difference
Stripper bitches see me in the club
Pull me on stage wit em
My homie just got out
He don't got his gun
He got his blade wit em
Fuck around catch a buck 50
If you play wit em
Make you look like a zebra cake
By the face nigga
Tryna walk wit God
He say the demons they just stay wit em
Say he having nightmares
Of funeral and grave digging
But he just tryna survive this nigga always got a wit em
(Repeat Twice)
Just to test his product
Just to make sure it’s ok with him
I’m sleeping on rappers
I should be recording in Jammies
I’m different from Santa
Ima unwrap in a brick in my phantom
We differ in life
Cause we looking for different answers
I get it in blood
I ain’t inherit shit from my parents
To keep this shit goin
Nobody helped me keep this shit flowing
The sequence is growing
Its on, and they seeing Its on
My speakers is drawn
You niggas make a peep and ya gone
I’m keeping it going
My mutha fucking reefer to strong
My pockets to heavy
Been answering my pager too long
I’m taking it home
Been mutha-fucking waiting too long
Took time off to get my son on his feet now we on
You good behind my back
Hate to face and ya gone
This for every nigga who had to escape the group home
And did what they had to do to get some bread and move on
Drop project after project
Indeed niggas is scared
Still stepping on rappers like beads at a parade
Still running laps round every bitch that played
Im in a bitch head like frontals and they lonely friends
I remember how she used to act with that pussy
She went crazy
I pushed da button in the back of that pussy
Lately I been fucking on immaculate pussy
I’m talking j’lo’s with that bonnet and Acura pussy
(Repeat)
I’m after you Pussy’s but I ain’t never after you pussy’s
Y’all all Aristocats. I just sit and laugh at you pussy’s
Gus say why you talk on phones
Like you a fed Nigga
Gus said the same shit top said
Dead nigga
Older bitches love the jimmy
They can’t see a age difference
Stripper bitches see me in the club
Pull me on stage wit em
My homie just got out
He don't got his gun
He got his blade wit em
Fuck around catch a buck 50
If you play wit em
Make you look like a zebra cake
By the face nigga
Tryna walk wit God
He say the demons they just stay wit em
Say he having nightmares
Of funeral and grave digging
But he just tryna survive this nigga always got a wit em
(Repeat Twice)
Just to test his product
Just to make sure it’s ok with him
I’m sleeping on rappers
I should be recording in Jammies
I’m different from Santa
Ima unwrap in a brick in my phantom
We differ in life
Cause we looking for different answers
I get it in blood
I ain’t inherit shit from my parents
To keep this shit goin
Nobody helped me keep this shit flowing
The sequence is growing
Its on, and they seeing Its on
My speakers is drawn
You niggas make a peep and ya gone
I’m keeping it going
My mutha fucking reefer to strong
My pockets to heavy
Been answering my pager too long
I’m taking it home
Been mutha-fucking waiting too long
Took time off to get my son on his feet now we on
You good behind my back
Hate to face and ya gone
This for every nigga who had to escape the group home
And did what they had to do to get some bread and move on
Drop project after project
Indeed niggas is scared
Still stepping on rappers like beads at a parade
Still running laps round every bitch that played
Im in a bitch head like frontals and they lonely friends
I remember how she used to act with that pussy
She went crazy
I pushed da button in the back of that pussy
Lately I been fucking on immaculate pussy
I’m talking j’lo’s with that bonnet and Acura pussy
(Repeat)
I’m after you Pussy’s but I ain’t never after you pussy’s
Y’all all Aristocats. I just sit and laugh at you pussy’s