Sdot Go - FREE G lyrics

Come here, come here, graah-graah boom nigga
Graah, ayo G

He try to run but it's nowhere to go
And if you gonna slide it's okay let me know
He ain't slick, he think that he low
Better get out the way before I gotta throw

Bad bitch shaking her hips on the low
That's Thunder Bklu worda bro
I'm getting close
Diddy can't breathe caught a
Shot to the throat
Like-Like what the fuck is a O?

Said he gon' spin, I could bet you he don't
He tryna flick but I bet you he won't
Change the the fit
Could Prada all my clothes
He tryna to run the knocka' on his coat

Where the Glo's at? I'm with Jay
Like where the O's at? Looking for EK
Spinning two deep, it's just me and my bae
And I bet if I flick I
Make the whole shit shake

Clear the crowd out nobody safe
Keep shaking her hip, she tryna be with gang
Bout the flick near his bitch just
Move her out the way
Try Try to dip leave him nowhere to run to

Beam on the G, why the fuck would I tussle?
Get up close gotta walk with the duffle
Push up on twin, I bet you I still dust you
Like-Like we got into a scuffle

Lil bro in the spot gon' flock
It if he want to
I got knocks it's no need to jump you, like
Don't try to reach I'ma done you
I get active, I see why they mad

Dougie B keep on dissing 'til he see the MAC
Like we on the Sev I
Don't know where they at, like
Thunder Bklu said I'm lying, that's cap
See Gotti Bklu, go and ask

He ain't come out his room
Was talkin' to the staff
That nigga pussy like word to my dead, like
DOA block got me fed
Yo I pray that's C blu, I'ma make him see red

And if bro throw a couple
Bet you I throw next, like
Shh, nigga, bet, like
Nigga I said what I said
Fell in love with bending through the Sev
Like I bet I flick faster
Cause one in the head

Like I bet I flick faster, like faster, like

He try to run but it's nowhere to go
And if you gonna slide it's okay let me know
He ain't slick, he think that he low
Better get out the way before I gotta throw

Bad bitch shaking her hips on the low
That's Thunder Bklu worda bro
I'm getting close
Diddy can't breathe caught a
Shot to the throat
Like-Like what the fuck is a O?

Said he gon' spin I could bet you he don't
He tryna flick but I bet you he won't
Change the the fit
Could Prada all my clothes
He tryna to run the knocka' on his coat

Like he tryna run like come here, come here