Lyrics to GAIG
Yeah, greatest rapper alive in the booth, man, you know what the fuck goin' on
They call me V-E-Z-E-W-O-R-S to the T (My nigga fly with no wings, man, yeah)
Baby tell me what you want to do with me (Gang-gerski)
Baby just treat me like Santa, sit on my lap (Sit on my lap; okay)
I got some gifts in the bag, I got expensive ass habits (Yeah)
I should be under the jail, I just be killin' the game off camera (Yeah)
Having the cups of this red dirt, they think its from Alabama (Hol' on)
Fuck being humble, I ain't average, Tell 'em I'm savage
He want a block of that sand, we build him a castle
I'm the one, I'm the one taught 'em how walk on them beats, they should bring me a apple
Young nigga, young nigga, box on the back of my Glock, won't switch on my niggas
I'm eatin' these pills, I'm geekin' off X (I'm geekin', yeah)
I'm havin' these hoes, I might overdose on sex
I'm G-I-A-G bae, I'm good as it gets
I know her head good 'cause she talk with a lisp
These niggas ain't street they'll pay for protection
I'm late for my funeral, finding a 'fit (I'm late for my own damn funeral)
I want to take you to France and kiss you in French (Moi, moi, haha)
I wanna show you how cold and deep my heart is like we ice fishin' (For real man)
I just, I just want to folks to know I'm a genius like Kanye documentary
I'm on, I'm on road to riches solo, ain't nobody ridin' with me
Girlie, I'm G-I-A-G, I'm good as it gets (Yeah)
Even though I make these racks in my sleep, I still can't get rest
I'm a lil' nigga, I stand on my money, I'm bigger than Shaq
You know its fuck you for life, if you hate say it louder for the ones in the back
I got this money to stunt on my ex
I don't got quality time, I got Zelle
She throwin' neck like a I'm fightin' giraffe
Park handicap 'cause I walk with a limp
I like to drink like Obama's kids
Get high and twitch like I'm Bronny James
I got this hoe on my naughty list, I still gotta buy her ass everything
I'm marrying a hoe, my weddin' day, nigga, neveruary 28th
I break a hoe and go my seperate ways, man, I feel like Kevin Federline
Bae, I feel like you the perfect lady I imagined in all of my fantasies (I dream about it)
Get a funny feelin' when we chillin', got a real P, thinkin' bout settlin' (Just stay together)
Bitch we the M-O-B, come deep like Havoc and Prodigy (Yeah)
I like to shop a lot, spray out the spree, I give all of Amiri to charity
I got the grown racks, put 'em on child lock, dog got money too kiddie
I'm bout to put all this dirt in my sprite like a coffin in love with Amiri, nigga (Rest in peace, nigga)
Baby just treat me like Santa, sit on my lap
I got some gifts in the bag, I got expensive ass habits
I should be under the jail, I just be killin' the game off camera
Having the cups of this red dirt, they think its from Alabama, no cap
Baby just treat me like Santa, sit on my lap
I got some gifts in the bag, I got expensive ass habits
I should be under the jail, I just be killin' the game off camera
Having the cups of this red dirt, they think its from Alabama, nigga
They call me V-E-Z-E-W-O-R-S to the T (My nigga fly with no wings, man, yeah)
Baby tell me what you want to do with me (Gang-gerski)
Baby just treat me like Santa, sit on my lap (Sit on my lap; okay)
I got some gifts in the bag, I got expensive ass habits (Yeah)
I should be under the jail, I just be killin' the game off camera (Yeah)
Having the cups of this red dirt, they think its from Alabama (Hol' on)
Fuck being humble, I ain't average, Tell 'em I'm savage
He want a block of that sand, we build him a castle
I'm the one, I'm the one taught 'em how walk on them beats, they should bring me a apple
Young nigga, young nigga, box on the back of my Glock, won't switch on my niggas
I'm eatin' these pills, I'm geekin' off X (I'm geekin', yeah)
I'm havin' these hoes, I might overdose on sex
I'm G-I-A-G bae, I'm good as it gets
I know her head good 'cause she talk with a lisp
These niggas ain't street they'll pay for protection
I'm late for my funeral, finding a 'fit (I'm late for my own damn funeral)
I want to take you to France and kiss you in French (Moi, moi, haha)
I wanna show you how cold and deep my heart is like we ice fishin' (For real man)
I just, I just want to folks to know I'm a genius like Kanye documentary
I'm on, I'm on road to riches solo, ain't nobody ridin' with me
Girlie, I'm G-I-A-G, I'm good as it gets (Yeah)
Even though I make these racks in my sleep, I still can't get rest
I'm a lil' nigga, I stand on my money, I'm bigger than Shaq
You know its fuck you for life, if you hate say it louder for the ones in the back
I got this money to stunt on my ex
I don't got quality time, I got Zelle
She throwin' neck like a I'm fightin' giraffe
Park handicap 'cause I walk with a limp
I like to drink like Obama's kids
Get high and twitch like I'm Bronny James
I got this hoe on my naughty list, I still gotta buy her ass everything
I'm marrying a hoe, my weddin' day, nigga, neveruary 28th
I break a hoe and go my seperate ways, man, I feel like Kevin Federline
Bae, I feel like you the perfect lady I imagined in all of my fantasies (I dream about it)
Get a funny feelin' when we chillin', got a real P, thinkin' bout settlin' (Just stay together)
Bitch we the M-O-B, come deep like Havoc and Prodigy (Yeah)
I like to shop a lot, spray out the spree, I give all of Amiri to charity
I got the grown racks, put 'em on child lock, dog got money too kiddie
I'm bout to put all this dirt in my sprite like a coffin in love with Amiri, nigga (Rest in peace, nigga)
Baby just treat me like Santa, sit on my lap
I got some gifts in the bag, I got expensive ass habits
I should be under the jail, I just be killin' the game off camera
Having the cups of this red dirt, they think its from Alabama, no cap
Baby just treat me like Santa, sit on my lap
I got some gifts in the bag, I got expensive ass habits
I should be under the jail, I just be killin' the game off camera
Having the cups of this red dirt, they think its from Alabama, nigga
