G.T. – f#ckin With Yall Lyrics
Artist: G.T.
Song: f#ckin With Yall
n#gg#
Hell nah, we tell them n#gg#s nothin’, they the police
Punch me in (Punch me in)
Keep all that, n#gg#, let’s get this sh#t, let’s get this money, n#gg#
Ayy, n#gg#, yeah
Trappin’ in the Hills, I ain’t change clothes in four weeks
Tryin’ hard as hell just to keep this sh#t lowkey
Just had a thousand yams, now I’m on my last four G’s
Grab all the jewelry out the safe, new hunnids out the bank
Two thousand for my jeans, spent a band on some drank
Ten thousand on your head, you’ll be gone in a day
I know you ain’t really shoppin’ ’cause you coppin’ in LA
I just killed the summer, put six hundred out the Bay
It ain’t a turnaround if you ain’t back the samе day
Back to back, me and Ray, them n#gg#s hurt, look at they facе
Rollie cost me sixty, I ain’t never set the time of day (Time of day)
I made a killin’ off them pills that look like basketballs
You n#gg#s mad ’cause we still ain’t f#ckin’ with y’all
She ain’t never been in a Wraith, I told her, {?}{0:56}
Hit the club for thirty days straight and f#ck up the bars
Buy Kris and don’t drink it, pour that sh#t all on broads
Throw twenty for no reason, do that sh#t for my dogs
Big F, Forgiattos, though, I’m f#ckin’ ’em raw
I jump right out the foreign, I ain’t gotta put it in park
If I told you what it took, I wouldn’t know where to start
Gave my all to the streets, this sh#t done frozen my heart
Ayy, n#gg# (That’s right)
Made a killin’ off them pills that look like basketballs
Still broke, that’s the reason we don’t f#ck with y’all, n#gg#
n#gg#, ayy
I made a killin’ off them pills that look like basketballs
You n#gg#s mad ’cause we still ain’t f#ckin’ with y’all
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Release Year: 2022