G.T., Oddjob Da Truth, Louie Toon - 90210 lyrics
[G.T., Oddjob Da Truth, Louie Toon - 90210 lyrics]
Yeah, from Flint to the D nigga
You already know what the fuck
It is nigga, OddJob gT, you hear me?
I got it on me and im wit it
now watch me stretch it
If you want it you can get
It all no second guessin
No worry bout it they be
Callin up in any second
I'm well connected no debatin
I just got elected
Its 9 O'clock but you can get around 11: 30
The way I shoot behind the line
He think im Stephan Curry
I get it 32 a G now tell
Me I sunny l ain't lucky
I hit the road with all that
Chicken now I'm in Kentucky
I'm heavy with it meth the right price baby
Everytime they call my phone they
Know it's ice ice baby
Quick swingin with them arms since
You like to fight crazy
Have my shooter take his life
Then it's rock a bye baby
In the D, with my nigga GT he the goat
Niggas double dutchin in the hood i
Had to get him ropped got him ghost
I'm all about my bread you
Wheat toast that's fasho
You pussy niggas funny i be
Laughin you a joke
These bitches stay on dick so we
Ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm
Always chasin pro's
He said he had the numbers on
The load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I
Don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amiris they
Ain't filled up with no pro's
How the fuck he gang and he
Won't slide for the bro's
How the fuck you really trappin you
Ain't really got no O'z
Remember shit got low nigga I
Had to sell soap had to get it how you
Live niggas ran outta dope
I let a nigga hang theyself I
Just throw a nigga the rope
Made some pro's in Kentucky but we
Kilt them in the O holla at me if you want
Some smoke for the low
And that's still 54 but that's
The lowest I can go
I had to cut the middle man off
Find a nigga who grow
Put them bitches in the air but
The dope came off a boat
We the ones who get it to you
In the middle of the drought
Bitch ain't know me for a minute but
She put it in her mouth
That shit cheaper in the city triple
When it hit the south
You just tell me what you need and
Ima tell you that Im out nigga
These bitches stay on dick so we
Ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm
Always chasin pro's
He said he had the numbers on
The load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I
Don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amiris they
Ain't filled up with no pro's
How the fuck he gang and he
Won't slide for the bro's
How the fuck you really trappin you
Ain't really got no O'z
You already know what the fuck
It is nigga, OddJob gT, you hear me?
I got it on me and im wit it
now watch me stretch it
If you want it you can get
It all no second guessin
No worry bout it they be
Callin up in any second
I'm well connected no debatin
I just got elected
Its 9 O'clock but you can get around 11: 30
The way I shoot behind the line
He think im Stephan Curry
I get it 32 a G now tell
Me I sunny l ain't lucky
I hit the road with all that
Chicken now I'm in Kentucky
I'm heavy with it meth the right price baby
Everytime they call my phone they
Know it's ice ice baby
Quick swingin with them arms since
You like to fight crazy
Have my shooter take his life
Then it's rock a bye baby
In the D, with my nigga GT he the goat
Niggas double dutchin in the hood i
Had to get him ropped got him ghost
I'm all about my bread you
Wheat toast that's fasho
You pussy niggas funny i be
Laughin you a joke
These bitches stay on dick so we
Ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm
Always chasin pro's
He said he had the numbers on
The load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I
Don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amiris they
Ain't filled up with no pro's
How the fuck he gang and he
Won't slide for the bro's
How the fuck you really trappin you
Ain't really got no O'z
Remember shit got low nigga I
Had to sell soap had to get it how you
Live niggas ran outta dope
I let a nigga hang theyself I
Just throw a nigga the rope
Made some pro's in Kentucky but we
Kilt them in the O holla at me if you want
Some smoke for the low
And that's still 54 but that's
The lowest I can go
I had to cut the middle man off
Find a nigga who grow
Put them bitches in the air but
The dope came off a boat
We the ones who get it to you
In the middle of the drought
Bitch ain't know me for a minute but
She put it in her mouth
That shit cheaper in the city triple
When it hit the south
You just tell me what you need and
Ima tell you that Im out nigga
These bitches stay on dick so we
Ain't worried bout no hoes
Yeezy runners on because I'm
Always chasin pro's
He said he had the numbers on
The load I need them low
GT just brought a load and I
Don't think we need no more
Doctor 90210 I fix a nigga nose
How the fuck you rock Amiris they
Ain't filled up with no pro's
How the fuck he gang and he
Won't slide for the bro's
How the fuck you really trappin you
Ain't really got no O'z