Released: December 4, 2020
Songwriter: T.Y. Fendi P Curren$y
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Fendi P]
Keep it G that's just my policy, or just stay far away from me
That sucka shit, fuck all them lame ass niggas, bitch don't play wit me
Nigga please, you ain't smokin' like me, a half a P a week
Gold Daytona, I got candy on it, got gold Dayton's on it
Ten toes down, hotbox when I ride round, windows never down
[?], I got bookoo sound, bitches wipe it down
Super clean, I said I quit that lean, bitch keep enticing me
I might just be off a half a bean, I so icy bling
Diamond chain, holding up the plane, I bought my team the rings
I own the game with the same niggas, I ain't never change
People change, mixing strains, I don't mix up with no lames
Switchin' lanes, swervin' coastal, clean V12 let me do my thing
Hustle harder, all this faucet water, yo hoe out of order
I just went and bought a Mini Draco, it's my problem solver
Street's was starving for them packs, they callin'
I'm ballin' the hardest, look like you be snitchin'
Keep yo business, I'm just cautious sorry
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Curren\$y]
Diamond rings, hella shiny things, just bought four with chains
In the Range, hollin' mama came, oh she bought a chain
Got a little game but not enough to make it pro
I'll show you how to go like a madame, not no backpage ho
Your money too slow, what's your net gross? Where's the growth?
You were making nothing but chicken stacks a couple years ago
Level up, sling better dope
Better clientele, more mail
I pull up in Rolls Royce turtle shells, creepin' like a snail
Drugs or record sales, momma heads or tales?
Eastside never fail, please don't take it there
Drugs or record sales, momma heads or tales
Eastside never fail, I'm gon' leave that there
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.Y.]
Top down doin' top speed with a lil freak
Fuck 12, they gon' have to catch me
I ain't no button, I can't let a nigga press me
She ain't my bitch so I can't let her stress me
If I don't pick up the phone don't start to text me
It take a lot if you tryna impress me
Get money, live life like a OG
Smokin' OG with my OGs
No, we can't look back on shit, [?] 'cause now we got everything
I can fuck any bitch, I can drive any whip
Marry the streets, went and got me a wedding ring
Still remember when I fell in love with the game, it changed everything
And I pray that my day ones stay the same
Tint on the windows, we can't fuck around with the lames
Bruh
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Fendi P]
Keep it G that's just my policy, or just stay far away from me
That sucka shit, fuck all them lame ass niggas, bitch don't play wit me
Nigga please, you ain't smokin' like me, a half a P a week
Gold Daytona, I got candy on it, got gold Dayton's on it
Ten toes down, hotbox when I ride round, windows never down
[?], I got bookoo sound, bitches wipe it down
Super clean, I said I quit that lean, bitch keep enticing me
I might just be off a half a bean, I so icy bling
Diamond chain, holding up the plane, I bought my team the rings
I own the game with the same niggas, I ain't never change
People change, mixing strains, I don't mix up with no lames
Switchin' lanes, swervin' coastal, clean V12 let me do my thing
Hustle harder, all this faucet water, yo hoe out of order
I just went and bought a Mini Draco, it's my problem solver
Street's was starving for them packs, they callin'
I'm ballin' the hardest, look like you be snitchin'
Keep yo business, I'm just cautious sorry
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Curren\$y]
Diamond rings, hella shiny things, just bought four with chains
In the Range, hollin' mama came, oh she bought a chain
Got a little game but not enough to make it pro
I'll show you how to go like a madame, not no backpage ho
Your money too slow, what's your net gross? Where's the growth?
You were making nothing but chicken stacks a couple years ago
Level up, sling better dope
Better clientele, more mail
I pull up in Rolls Royce turtle shells, creepin' like a snail
Drugs or record sales, momma heads or tales?
Eastside never fail, please don't take it there
Drugs or record sales, momma heads or tales
Eastside never fail, I'm gon' leave that there
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.Y.]
Top down doin' top speed with a lil freak
Fuck 12, they gon' have to catch me
I ain't no button, I can't let a nigga press me
She ain't my bitch so I can't let her stress me
If I don't pick up the phone don't start to text me
It take a lot if you tryna impress me
Get money, live life like a OG
Smokin' OG with my OGs
No, we can't look back on shit, [?] 'cause now we got everything
I can fuck any bitch, I can drive any whip
Marry the streets, went and got me a wedding ring
Still remember when I fell in love with the game, it changed everything
And I pray that my day ones stay the same
Tint on the windows, we can't fuck around with the lames
Bruh
[Chorus]
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