OhGeesy - GW2 (Intro) lyrics
[OhGeesy - GW2 Intro lyrics]
(Diego) yeah, we got beans
Nigga sleep, then we gon' go and wake him up
If we goin' bag to bag
Then you niggas ain't made enough
We'll go to war
But you niggas ain't brave enough
I ain't have the pistol
Then a nigga have the razor tucked
Ayy, nigga never gave a fuck
Money give me paper cuts
Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause a
Young nigga so papered up
Spin the block like a hula hoop
Beat it down like FruityLoops
Do what I do and my
Shooters do what shooters do
Got the trap house jumpin'
Like some motherfuckin' hopscotch
This ho so connected like
A motherfuckin' hotspot
Lil' brodie caught a body
He gon' get rid of the hot Glock
Booty and a body
My lil' bitches is some hot thots
Bitch, I'm off the lean
I don't ever pop no cough drops
You could cop the work
I just cooked in a Crock-Pot
She'll get this work
She look good up in that crop top
I want all the smoke like I
Like chillin' in a hotbox
Bust down wrist, this is not a stopwatch
Ballin' on these niggas
I just scored up on the shot clock
Bust down wrist, nigga
This is not a stopwatch
Ballin' on these niggas
I just scored up on the
Ayy, hoodie from Céline, Glocky with a beam
Fucked the woman of your dreams, nigga
What the fuck you mean?
I'm a 'Miri jean fiend, freshest on the scene
Bitch, I'm from the mob, bada boom, bada-bing
God damn it, I'm so clean, foreign European
Black and Philippine
How you fit up in them jeans?
And you a lil' older
You could really show me things
I ain't even gon' cap, baby girl
You is a queen leave the messages on seen
Don't let 'em in between
She can have whoever, whenever
But it ain't gon' be me
Leave the messages on seen
Don't let 'em in between
She can have whoever, whenever, but
It ain't gon' be me, bitch
Nigga sleep, then we gon' go and wake him up
If we goin' bag to bag
Then you niggas ain't made enough
We'll go to war
But you niggas ain't brave enough
I ain't have the pistol
Then a nigga have the razor tucked
Ayy, nigga never gave a fuck
Money give me paper cuts
Bitches wanna fuck me 'cause a
Young nigga so papered up
Spin the block like a hula hoop
Beat it down like FruityLoops
Do what I do and my
Shooters do what shooters do
Got the trap house jumpin'
Like some motherfuckin' hopscotch
This ho so connected like
A motherfuckin' hotspot
Lil' brodie caught a body
He gon' get rid of the hot Glock
Booty and a body
My lil' bitches is some hot thots
Bitch, I'm off the lean
I don't ever pop no cough drops
You could cop the work
I just cooked in a Crock-Pot
She'll get this work
She look good up in that crop top
I want all the smoke like I
Like chillin' in a hotbox
Bust down wrist, this is not a stopwatch
Ballin' on these niggas
I just scored up on the shot clock
Bust down wrist, nigga
This is not a stopwatch
Ballin' on these niggas
I just scored up on the
Ayy, hoodie from Céline, Glocky with a beam
Fucked the woman of your dreams, nigga
What the fuck you mean?
I'm a 'Miri jean fiend, freshest on the scene
Bitch, I'm from the mob, bada boom, bada-bing
God damn it, I'm so clean, foreign European
Black and Philippine
How you fit up in them jeans?
And you a lil' older
You could really show me things
I ain't even gon' cap, baby girl
You is a queen leave the messages on seen
Don't let 'em in between
She can have whoever, whenever
But it ain't gon' be me
Leave the messages on seen
Don't let 'em in between
She can have whoever, whenever, but
It ain't gon' be me, bitch