G.T. - From The Slums lyrics
[G.T. - From The Slums lyrics]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
You’re now tuning to GT radio
You already know how we do it ‘round here
No cap one more time Smerf, brrr
(Smerf, this yo beat?)
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, it don’t matter where we at
It’s still getting sold up
The yay gettin’ swolled up
Can’t forget the blow cut
Came from the slums
Now we hopping out the Rolls truck
Knew I’d had me some money when I growed up
The rap shit working, the trap shit slowed up
Me, I never slowed up but
Still getting poured up
Put the gold onе up, man
Today I wore the rose onе
Next day I wore the white
With the factory froze cuts
All my niggas got it
Everybody got they dough up
We just like the
We’ll kill ‘em if we going up hop in
Press the pedal and this
Bitch start doing doughnuts
Niggas out here dying for attention
They can’t troll us
We did it by ourselves, nobody can control us
My mans on parole but he
Still keep a pole tucked
Your mans had a pole
It ain’t blow and he froze up
Cuz tryna get him appeal, he ain’t fold once
Cut from a different cloth
Nigga you is not a boss
You ain’t put nobody on, lil’ nigga get lost
I remember I was fucked up
I couldn’t buy a ball
Now a nigga balling hard like one
On one in the yard
Do you love me or do you love me not?
Talking to the pavement while I’m
Standing on the block
Life get crazy, sometimes I ask god why?
Smoke me a eighth, pour me a eight
Now I’m in the sky i remember getting rides
Now I can get a driver
Rocking Louie, I remember it was Rock Revival
Waking up to an ocean view
I used to hear the sirens
Had the last seat on the plane
Now I’m flying private
Damn near lost everything
People changed on me
I rock the plain jane cause
The bussdown on me
I thought you’d be happy that I’m winning
It’s a frown on you
30 inches siting on the truck
I’m looking down on you
Nigga, I’m a boss, I smell like in the palm
Eating only steak
Drinking Perrier to wash it down
They don’t know what kinda whip I’m in
They just hear it growl
They ain’t need to know the
Business, run in there, make a sound
(Phew) yeah
You’re now tuning to GT radio
You already know how we do it ‘round here
No cap one more time Smerf, brrr
(Smerf, this yo beat?)
For real, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, it don’t matter where we at
It’s still getting sold up
The yay gettin’ swolled up
Can’t forget the blow cut
Came from the slums
Now we hopping out the Rolls truck
Knew I’d had me some money when I growed up
The rap shit working, the trap shit slowed up
Me, I never slowed up but
Still getting poured up
Put the gold onе up, man
Today I wore the rose onе
Next day I wore the white
With the factory froze cuts
All my niggas got it
Everybody got they dough up
We just like the
We’ll kill ‘em if we going up hop in
Press the pedal and this
Bitch start doing doughnuts
Niggas out here dying for attention
They can’t troll us
We did it by ourselves, nobody can control us
My mans on parole but he
Still keep a pole tucked
Your mans had a pole
It ain’t blow and he froze up
Cuz tryna get him appeal, he ain’t fold once
Cut from a different cloth
Nigga you is not a boss
You ain’t put nobody on, lil’ nigga get lost
I remember I was fucked up
I couldn’t buy a ball
Now a nigga balling hard like one
On one in the yard
Do you love me or do you love me not?
Talking to the pavement while I’m
Standing on the block
Life get crazy, sometimes I ask god why?
Smoke me a eighth, pour me a eight
Now I’m in the sky i remember getting rides
Now I can get a driver
Rocking Louie, I remember it was Rock Revival
Waking up to an ocean view
I used to hear the sirens
Had the last seat on the plane
Now I’m flying private
Damn near lost everything
People changed on me
I rock the plain jane cause
The bussdown on me
I thought you’d be happy that I’m winning
It’s a frown on you
30 inches siting on the truck
I’m looking down on you
Nigga, I’m a boss, I smell like in the palm
Eating only steak
Drinking Perrier to wash it down
They don’t know what kinda whip I’m in
They just hear it growl
They ain’t need to know the
Business, run in there, make a sound
(Phew) yeah