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peezy - g shit lyrics

g sh_t lyrics
[intro: peezy]
(david wesson)
ayy, clay, what’s happenin’, my n_gga?
let’s run the numbers up

[chorus: doughboy clay]
i’m a million_dollar n_gga 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 sh_t down for the homies locked and deceased
g sh_t (g sh_t)
real street sh_t (real street sh_t)
g sh_t (ayy)
real street sh_t (ayy)

[verse 1: peezy]
quarter_million_dollar n_gga, 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 n_gga ain’t gon’ rob sh_t, i put that on my son (n_ggas know)
free my dog, he used to stand over sh_t for fun (free shooter)
just sent a thousand, hit my line soon as them b_tches 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 f_ckin’ 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)
f_ck that flower set sh_t, i want my sh_t 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 n_gga thirty_three, i pray he make it home (yeah)
[chorus: doughboy clay]
i’m a million_dollar n_gga 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 sh_t down for the homies locked and deceased
g sh_t (g sh_t)
real street sh_t (real street sh_t)
g sh_t (ayy)
real street sh_t (ayy)

[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
n_ggas 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 d_mned, n_gga
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, n_gga
i’m hoppin’ out, rockin’ sh_t n_ggas don’t know about
the price for me to f_ck over my mans, it ain’t no amount
you n_ggas runnin’ off with scr_ps 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, n_gga, g sh_t
[chorus: doughboy clay]
i’m a million_dollar n_gga 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 sh_t down for the homies locked and deceased
g sh_t (g sh_t)
real street sh_t (real street sh_t)
g sh_t (ayy)
real street sh_t

[outro: doughboy clay]
g sh_t
real street sh_t
g sh_t
real street sh_t
ayy
ayy

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