G.Dot-WWIII

 

I run through shit I spin around so much, I done went Taz on em

She talkin shit, I won't say shit back to her, I went Chaz on 'em

My homies in the hood don't come and grab 'em, my Arabs want 'em

(No cap)

You ever went to serve a nigga with your jewelry on?

You ever put 'em on your back? Michael Corleone

Two chocolate bitches and one light, ooh, that's an Oreo

A college town, I had to match, I'm not a tourist, though

Yeah ayy I been gettin comfortable

Bitches meet me, see me, eat me quicker than a Lunchable

Trappers see me, greet me, be like, "Face, I swear I fuck with you"

I know I'm rappin' now, but I did everything you wanted to

How you ain't see the signs? Look, I was warning you

Don't fall asleep with thots, they be recording you

I took off on these niggas like what would Jordan do?

 

Five-seveN on me, ridin' with the grim reaper

When you look like money, everybody turn leeches

Dior on my body, dior on my sneakers

Let the top back, woo, poppin' smoke when I'm speakin

Demons in my mind, I be cleaner than the deacon

I was thinkin' crime, tryna be as big as Meech

That's the Water Gang, got more waves than the beaches, nigga

 

(how that nigga puerto rican but claiming grape street Nigga)