Fredo Bang - In Gee We Trust lyrics
Fredrick Dewon Thomas Givens II
[Fredo Bang - In Gee We Trust lyrics]
Tryna put one in the coffin
And everytime I go back to the hood
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
First time I walked a nigga down
Was at nineteen (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm traumatized by the blood
In the white tees (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told the Lord protect me from
What I can't see (What I can't see)
Ayy, I've been prayin' for my sins
For these felonies
(yeah, yeah, yeah, felonies)
They've been dissin'
I've been focused on a better me
(Bеtter me)
Rappers act likе they want smoke
They're really scared of me
(yeah, yeah, yeah) my ex tried to move on
Can't find another me
Yeah, but most of these niggas
Scared of a nigga you see a nigga, you put
Your fuckin' head down, nigga
And I'd be by myself, and you'd
Be with a thousand niggas, man
Yeah for real, nigga (Oh, oh)
I keep my heart up in my chest
And keep my hand on my metal
(Hand on my metal)
Ain't nobody give me shit
I had to get it together
(I had to get it together)
How you gon' look down on my ex
But you ain't treat me no better?
(You ain't treat me no better)
I put my gang up on my back
Bitch you should thank me
(You should thank me)
I know some people that I love
They hate they ain't me (They ain't)
Some niggas wanna be my right
Hand but they ain't Gee (They ain't)
I drop a tear every time I see your baby
Yeah them niggas bullshit, nigga
I'm with niggas who run though
Don't nobody run nobody here, nigga
Everybody bosses, nigga
Yeah nothin' but bosses over here, nigga
These niggas bitch ass niggas be hood, on
Niggas 'cause they got money and shit, man
Y'all think that shit real? That shit
Don't make no nigga real, man
Cause a nigga got money, man these
Niggas be ratin' everything with paper
Nigga it's the most pussiest niggas
Out here got paper, man
They got a million racks for money
Y'all respect them niggas
I can't respect that shit, son
I just can't feel that shit, man
I've been in the rental 'round my town
Woah
And I've been poppin' Percs, I'm gettin'
Catch him up in traffic, do a nigga nasty
Bitch it ain't a game
You can go and pick your casket
They got them dick in the ass nigga
What much you got on us?
TBD shirt, what much you got on us?
Why y'all bein' sure?
What much you got on us? NBA, sir
What much you got on us?
You ride from your partner what sir?
Grown ass, ass, fake ass, bitch ass nigga
You're gonna embarrass your
And everytime I go back to the hood
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
First time I walked a nigga down
Was at nineteen (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm traumatized by the blood
In the white tees (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told the Lord protect me from
What I can't see (What I can't see)
Ayy, I've been prayin' for my sins
For these felonies
(yeah, yeah, yeah, felonies)
They've been dissin'
I've been focused on a better me
(Bеtter me)
Rappers act likе they want smoke
They're really scared of me
(yeah, yeah, yeah) my ex tried to move on
Can't find another me
Yeah, but most of these niggas
Scared of a nigga you see a nigga, you put
Your fuckin' head down, nigga
And I'd be by myself, and you'd
Be with a thousand niggas, man
Yeah for real, nigga (Oh, oh)
I keep my heart up in my chest
And keep my hand on my metal
(Hand on my metal)
Ain't nobody give me shit
I had to get it together
(I had to get it together)
How you gon' look down on my ex
But you ain't treat me no better?
(You ain't treat me no better)
I put my gang up on my back
Bitch you should thank me
(You should thank me)
I know some people that I love
They hate they ain't me (They ain't)
Some niggas wanna be my right
Hand but they ain't Gee (They ain't)
I drop a tear every time I see your baby
Yeah them niggas bullshit, nigga
I'm with niggas who run though
Don't nobody run nobody here, nigga
Everybody bosses, nigga
Yeah nothin' but bosses over here, nigga
These niggas bitch ass niggas be hood, on
Niggas 'cause they got money and shit, man
Y'all think that shit real? That shit
Don't make no nigga real, man
Cause a nigga got money, man these
Niggas be ratin' everything with paper
Nigga it's the most pussiest niggas
Out here got paper, man
They got a million racks for money
Y'all respect them niggas
I can't respect that shit, son
I just can't feel that shit, man
I've been in the rental 'round my town
Woah
And I've been poppin' Percs, I'm gettin'
Catch him up in traffic, do a nigga nasty
Bitch it ain't a game
You can go and pick your casket
They got them dick in the ass nigga
What much you got on us?
TBD shirt, what much you got on us?
Why y'all bein' sure?
What much you got on us? NBA, sir
What much you got on us?
You ride from your partner what sir?
Grown ass, ass, fake ass, bitch ass nigga
You're gonna embarrass your