Peezy, Payroll Giovanni, Doughboy Clay - G Shit lyrics

(David Wesson)
Ayy, Clay, what's happenin', my nigga?
Let's run the numbers up

I'm a million dollar nigga way
I'm runnin' the streets i'm paranoid
Feel like the world got it out for me
(Got it out for me)
Don't call my phone if it
Ain't ten thousand at least
I'ma hold this shit down for
The homies locked and deceased
G shit (G shit)
Real street shit (Real street shit)
G shit (Ayy) real street shit (Ayy)

Quarter-million dollar nigga
Fresh up out the slums
(Fresh up out the slums)
Black Amiri jeans stuffed with
'bout three hundred huns (That's thirty)
In the project shootin' dice and
I ain't got no gun (Real talk)
A nigga ain't gon' rob shit
I put that on my son (Niggas know)
Free my dog
He used to stand over shit for fun
(Free shooter) just sent a thousand
Hit my line soon as them bitches done
(Soon as they done)
Been in the bar for five minutes
Blew two thousand ones (Yup)
I don't wanna hear your opinion
You ain't got a fuckin' crumb
(Shut your broke ass up)
Just pulled a paper tag up
In front of Golden Sun
Hit the hazards, popped the trunk open
Pulled out a half a hun' (Fifty racks)
Told Gary let's get to work 'cause
I ain't got that long (I'm in a rush)
Fuck that flower set shit
I want my shit with stones (Chunks)
I'm sellin' records now
I came from sellin' stones (Yup)
Used to cook four and a half
And get two extras on (Six)
Tryna make a hundred thousand
Out a vacant home (A hundred)
They just gave my nigga thirty-three
I pray he make it home (yeah)

I'm a million dollar nigga way
I'm runnin' the streets i'm paranoid
Feel like the world got it out for me
(Got it out for me)
Don't call my phone if it
Ain't ten thousand at least
I'ma hold this shit down for
The homies locked and deceased
G shit (G shit)
Real street shit (Real street shit)
G shit (Ayy) real street shit (Ayy)

Niggas be characters
Swearin' they cash gettin'
You was wearin' a mask way
Before the whole pandemic
I'm taxin' outsiders
You ain't payin' my man's ticket
Ice dancin' on the watch
It look like the band twitchin'
Rather push a drop, me push
A mop, I'll be damned, nigga
Before that, i'll cop some dog and go
Gram for gram with you
I'm textin' the Rolls Royce, Bentley
And Lam' dealer i know I'm your ho's choice
But I let my mans hit her
Keep a pistol on me
So I buy all my pants bigger
Semis in Amiris, parkin' coupes on the ave
Nigga i'm hoppin' out
Rockin' shit niggas don't know about
The price for me to fuck over my mans
It ain't no amount
You niggas runnin' off with scraps and crumbs
But that's what happen when
You trap with bums
Meanwhile, I'm at Golden Sun spendin'
Big stacks of huns grabbin' a presi' just to
Match my son's, nigga, g shit

I'm a million dollar nigga way
I'm runnin' the streets i'm paranoid
Feel like the world got it out for me
(Got it out for me)
Don't call my phone if it
Ain't ten thousand at least
I'ma hold this shit down for
The homies locked and deceased
G shit (G shit)
Real street shit (Real street shit)
G shit (Ayy) real street shit
G shit real street shit
G shit real street shit ayy ayy