Big Yavo, Obow G5 - All the Way lyrics

Yeah yeah, yeah
I woke up (G5)
On them Percs, I told G5 let's get it
(Let's get it, man) yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)

I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5
You the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler
But we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds
Came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass
Gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood
Blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners

I ain't even gon' lie to you
Big Yavo gon' blow like a C4
Lately, been rockin' lil'
Solo, these niggas, they so broke
And they don't stick to the G code
I threw back a Perc'
Went and rolled up some Cookies
And came to the 'yo, I'm in beast mode
You play with my profit, a price on your top
Bitch skrrt, fah-fah, repo
You play with me, bitch, I'ma shoot you
Ain't nothin' like Craig
Would've killed Big Deebo
My niggas locked up and they
Won't let 'em out
Nah, I ain't talkin' 'bout Akon
These niggas, they green, Draymond
Big black 40 on me like Big Faizon
Love, I'm tryna run out the plug
Glock in my shorts when I hoop, I'm a thug
Lately, been rocking designer
I'll give you a hundred
You see me at Finish Line
I was blind when they crossed me
Like YoungBoy
I'm talkin' 'bout plenty times
Hardaway like Derez De'Shon, yeah
And I didn't have a penny, nah
Look, now I can spend it in Lenox now
Benzes and Bimmers, we rent 'em now
Fuck a nigga two times I'm Fendi'd down
Yeah, I'm walkin' 'round Fendi'd down
Free the bros doin' time down the road
Kept it solid, never fold, never told, yeah
Fuck a bitch, know it's bros over hoes
Remember used to share the same clothes, yeah
Hot nigga, so my heart real cold
Real ice on my chest, now my heart real froze

I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5
You the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler
But we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds
Came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass
Gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood
Blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners

Get rich or die tryin' like I'm 50
I'm tryna run up my digit's
Countin' blue hundreds and fifties
Bitch, we got choppers and glizzys
My shooter trigger finger itchin'
My shooter trigger finger itchin', yeah
Yeah
All of the Glocks, they came with extensions
We was really really all in them trenches
My niggas
They servin' pots all in the kitchen
And it's so crazy, we came from a penny
Might hit the mall, I might fuck off at Lenox
Hellcat go fast, in traffic, I'm spinnin'
Fuck with these niggas
I know they pretendin'
Just had a lil' boy
Know I'm stackin' my digit's

I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5
You the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler
But we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds
Came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass
Gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood
Blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners
I'ma keep on going, I ain't stopping
They like, "G5
You the motherfuckin' hottest"
They knowin' I'm a hustler
But we posted with the robbers
I be posted with the robbers
Gotta beat the odds
Came a long way from the bottom
Narcs been on our ass
Gettin' hard to fuckin' spot 'em
Chillin' in the hood
Blowin' Runtz with my shottas
Blowin' opp with my partners

Yeah