GGO Kurt - Jakes

Why this beat so complex
Every time I'm getting in the booth, man
Every single time
Okay

Freak on
Stop all that popping up
You ain't shop with us
Niggas know they can't come in this section

We all, keep a Glock on us
12 ain't stopping nothing
Fuck around and send one up the heaven
We don't fuck with new members

If you a new member, I'll fuck around and have to do you like melly
We spent the scene in our all white Chevy
All of my opps either dead or telling
All of my guys rich, yup, and all of them felons

We got the entourage jealous
When it comes to the bag, GGO, yup
I got a fetish nigga
I threw the racks on the dresser

I need more, bet
Not come with
Nothing else lesser
If it ain't extra, them niggas gon' stretch 'em

We got a lot of this shit comin' better
Niggas ain't coppin' then they need to exit
Stop all that popping up
They ain't shopping, huh

Then lil bro nem ass need to go
This ain't no chill spot
It get real hot
I know you seen them folks outside the door

You trying to help them sitting outside the door
We having pounds of bricks
exotic, smoke
this not the type of lick to hit and go

That's how your ass get turnt into a ghost
I took the cash route in a fast pace
Turned a blind man to a post
I got him mad now with a sad face

Boy, they all had to watch me blow
It's just some time for everybody to growth
Now we all shining
Everybody know

Climbed to the top and I ain't need a rope
Somebody gon' die for speaking on the goat Nigga can't gang with us for what though
He don't hangin'

He don't bangin' up
I done seen too many hit the chains and they start changing up
I done seen too many tell
I done seen too many rats

Better hit that lick yourself
Better not let them see your packs
We got racks facts
Still catching hats

We turnt all the opps into tats
They know we stay like a frat

Ain't doing no chatting
We only move for the bags
I'm finna scratch out the cat
I got bro nem in the back

We swerving
We ain't even got tags
Jump out the suburban and we in all black
We in the suburbs and we all black

We all black
Nah, I'm do real
In the suburbs and we all black
Straight out to Trenches

Ay, nigga ain't leaving no witness
I really came from
Mud
Uh-uh

We had to stain for blood
Same ones who came with us
Ain't doing no changing up
Naw do real

Free skool
Still free to the hood
Free the whole deuce 4
Long live BC

Long live KK

Written by:
Jacurtis Miller

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