peezy – g shit lyrics
g sh+t lyrics
[intro: peezy]
(david wesson)
ayy, clay, what’s happenin’, my n+gga?
let’s run the numbers up
[chorus: doughboy clay]
i’m a million+dollar n+gga way i’m runnin’ the streets
i’m paranoid, feel like the world got it out for me (got it out for me)
don’t call my phone if it ain’t ten thousand at least
i’ma hold this sh+t down for the homies locked and deceased
g sh+t (g sh+t)
real street sh+t (real street sh+t)
g sh+t (ayy)
real street sh+t (ayy)
[verse 1: peezy]
quarter+million+dollar n+gga, fresh up out the slums (fresh up out the slums)
black amiri jeans stuffed with ’bout three hundred huns (that’s thirty)
in the project shootin’ dice and i ain’t got no gun (real talk)
a n+gga ain’t gon’ rob sh+t, i put that on my son (n+ggas know)
free my dog, he used to stand over sh+t for fun (free shooter)
just sent a thousand, hit my line soon as them b+tches done (soon as they done)
been in the bar for five minutes, blew two thousand ones (yup)
i don’t wanna hear your opinion, you ain’t got a f+ckin’ crumb (shut your broke ass up)
just pulled a paper tag up in front of golden sun
hit the hazards, popped the trunk open, pulled out a half a hun’ (fifty racks)
told gary let’s get to work ’cause i ain’t got that long (i’m in a rush)
f+ck that flower set sh+t, i want my sh+t with stones (chunks)
i’m sellin’ records now, i came from sellin’ stones (yup)
used to cook four and a half and get two extras on (six)
tryna make a hundred thousand out a vacant home (a hundred)
they just gave my n+gga thirty+three, i pray he make it home (yeah)
[chorus: doughboy clay]
i’m a million+dollar n+gga way i’m runnin’ the streets
i’m paranoid, feel like the world got it out for me (got it out for me)
don’t call my phone if it ain’t ten thousand at least
i’ma hold this sh+t down for the homies locked and deceased
g sh+t (g sh+t)
real street sh+t (real street sh+t)
g sh+t (ayy)
real street sh+t (ayy)
[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
n+ggas be characters, swearin’ they cash gettin’
you was wearin’ a mask way before the whole pandemic
i’m taxin’ outsiders, you ain’t payin’ my man’s ticket
ice dancin’ on the watch, it look like the band twitchin’
rather push a drop, me push a mop, i’ll be d+mned, n+gga
before that, i’ll cop some dog and go gram for gram with you
i’m textin’ the rolls royce, bentley, and lam’ dealer
i know i’m your ho’s choice, but i let my mans hit her
keep a pistol on me, so i buy all my pants bigger
semis in amiris, parkin’ coupes on the ave, n+gga
i’m hoppin’ out, rockin’ sh+t n+ggas don’t know about
the price for me to f+ck over my mans, it ain’t no amount
you n+ggas runnin’ off with scr+ps and crumbs
but that’s what happen when you trap with bums
meanwhile, i’m at golden sun spendin’ big stacks of huns
grabbin’ a presi’ just to match my son’s, n+gga, g sh+t
[chorus: doughboy clay]
i’m a million+dollar n+gga way i’m runnin’ the streets
i’m paranoid, feel like the world got it out for me (got it out for me)
don’t call my phone if it ain’t ten thousand at least
i’ma hold this sh+t down for the homies locked and deceased
g sh+t (g sh+t)
real street sh+t (real street sh+t)
g sh+t (ayy)
real street sh+t
[outro: doughboy clay]
g sh+t
real street sh+t
g sh+t
real street sh+t
ayy
ayy
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