G.T. - On Some Shit lyrics
[G.T. - On Some Shit lyrics]
(KCG, boy, you killin' 'em)
I hate when them blue hundred
Fresh out the bank
Goin' through some real shit
Got me lookin' for drank
My lil' nigga a demon
His mama think he a saint
Getting too hot for a rental
So we gon' hop on a freight
Nigga, you was chillin' at the crib
We was all down the way knowin' we hot
Crossin' state lines on Michigan plates
And, nigga, get that bread
Do whatever it take
How would I look comin' home with
No food on my plate?
Chain rose gold, they cost sixty
Rollie plain cost fifty
Yeah, I know the streets get tricky
I be with the slime chillin'
Yeah, I'm a rapper
But I'm still in thе slums with a buck-fifty
If I ain't got my gun in the club
You get buck-fifty
Pull up with your trunk in the front
Pull off quickly
I'm tirеd of being humble, man
These niggas can't fuck with me
Amiris on, every pocket got a bankroll
Headshot, DOA, nigga, case closed
I was the type to get some
Money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, nigga, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids
Let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy
He was on some shit
I was the type to get some
Money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, nigga, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids
Let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy
He was on some shit
Lock up two, three states, fill up two
Three safes
Did it in two days, niggas know how we play
Back and forth down the way, touch down
Pick up cake
Safe and sound, then we pour up cups
Smoke some MIA
You ain't seen my face in a minute
I been MIA the only place a nigga bump
Into me is the interstate
I remember times I ain't feed myself
But everybody ate frowning deep down
But it's a smile on everybody face
A lot of niggas talk
But they ain't got no credentials
Fucked the club up and
Paid for the incidentals
The whips ain't tinted
But they ain't no rentals
And them bitches gone before the migo
Even get to send 'em
I was the type to get some
Money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, nigga, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids
Let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy
He was on some shit
I hate when them blue hundred
Fresh out the bank
Goin' through some real shit
Got me lookin' for drank
My lil' nigga a demon
His mama think he a saint
Getting too hot for a rental
So we gon' hop on a freight
Nigga, you was chillin' at the crib
We was all down the way knowin' we hot
Crossin' state lines on Michigan plates
And, nigga, get that bread
Do whatever it take
How would I look comin' home with
No food on my plate?
Chain rose gold, they cost sixty
Rollie plain cost fifty
Yeah, I know the streets get tricky
I be with the slime chillin'
Yeah, I'm a rapper
But I'm still in thе slums with a buck-fifty
If I ain't got my gun in the club
You get buck-fifty
Pull up with your trunk in the front
Pull off quickly
I'm tirеd of being humble, man
These niggas can't fuck with me
Amiris on, every pocket got a bankroll
Headshot, DOA, nigga, case closed
I was the type to get some
Money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, nigga, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids
Let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy
He was on some shit
I was the type to get some
Money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, nigga, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids
Let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy
He was on some shit
Lock up two, three states, fill up two
Three safes
Did it in two days, niggas know how we play
Back and forth down the way, touch down
Pick up cake
Safe and sound, then we pour up cups
Smoke some MIA
You ain't seen my face in a minute
I been MIA the only place a nigga bump
Into me is the interstate
I remember times I ain't feed myself
But everybody ate frowning deep down
But it's a smile on everybody face
A lot of niggas talk
But they ain't got no credentials
Fucked the club up and
Paid for the incidentals
The whips ain't tinted
But they ain't no rentals
And them bitches gone before the migo
Even get to send 'em
I was the type to get some
Money and just blow my shit
Now shit changed, nigga, now it's ownership
Pass the shit to my kids
Let 'em own some shit
So they can run around and say they daddy
He was on some shit