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stanwill - gg lyrics

[intro]
(depo made this b+tch)
huh, huh, huh

[verse]
on that reader writin’ tracks like i’m tryna drop an ep
hit his ho, they should lock me up for dv
squeeze r2 hit his top, yellow gg
bang on the opp for them bucks like i’m greek freak
locked in, 2025, b+tch, it’s free me
’bout to drop the ap for every time i dc
caught him out and he ain’t up his stick, must got ed
no diddy, though
he be yappin’, talkin’ like he caught a hat, but did he, though?
if i pull up with them cannons, i’m not shootin’ videos
you would think i hang around some archers, we got plenty ‘bows
i just blew a twenty, i ain’t trippin’, i got plenty more
catch me d+gg+n’ out the srt, i did the kitty bold
if he run off, i’ma ricky doggy with my rickies on
i cannot decide, i’m tryna pick between these picky hoes
where your racks at?
out of town tryna figure out where saks at
pull up urus, remember hoppin’ out the hatchback
playin’ with militia, get your hat tapped
overall ninety+nine, i got max stats
it ain’t nothin’ in her head, but the ass fat
i’m leavin’ out the bank duffel bag packed
should i pop an opp on stream? let me ask chat
i do the most, you don’t do enough
when it’s time to stand on business, i be suitin’ up
you won’t catch me f+ck with gary, all i do is hutch
twenty pointers in this carti, stanley blew his buffs
we don’t go on dates, all we do is f+ck
be done blew the drac’ ‘fore i blew a punch
had to drop my bae, all she do is fuss
get your ho up out her face, all she do is us
opp so broke, he got popped and ain’t dropped loot
you would think he played for the royals, left his top blew
ridin’ ’round with nine torches on me, but i’m not juke
when it come to steppin’, think my oppy wear a size two
brodie got his 9, reggie white, i got 9 too
i cut into girly like i think your bestie fine too
reminiscin’ on when i was broke, it’s funny time flew
when i caught that n+gga out, he literally was mind blew
your b+tch hit me with the finisher
when he up the switchy, lil’ bro get sinister
i could bless a b+tch, i’m like a minister
i’m connected everywhere i’m plugged in with the senator
they should teach my latest drops in literature
brodie bootin’ up, that wocky his replenisher
hit a b+tch at larenz tate that look like jennifer
how i f+cked the sh+t up out your b+tch, i d+mn near injured her
[outro]
dog sh+t militia
n+gga

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