G'S UP (feat. Cook Up Coop)

Get your body tossed in the ambulance
With the force of an avalanche
Murder in advance, pistols
Buss them
You ain't a tough guy
You straight p
Get fucked
Bandaged and bruised up
Ass nigga
Get shitted on
You straight gangster over the phone
You p in person
You know where I be, so come and get me
I'm calling your bluff
Blow your noodle
Put the 38 to you, let them shells kiss you
Nobody gone miss you
Like hell Rell said
Pit bulls don't shake hands with poodles, with a name like
How you gangster, you rock punk valor suits
Toy soldier, your baby got more heart than you
You still with moms, get your shit right
Then come see me like big said
Talk slick
And I beat you right with the Nina
Like ike did Tina
You just another
Another rapper
Waiting to go pop, I'm still in the grind
G's up hoes down
Trust I'm a blaze for mine
You just another nigga
Another rapper
Waiting to go pop
I'm still in the grind
G's up hoes down
Trust I'm a blaze for mine
I'm like
All that humble shit is gone, you niggas fabricated
I can't lie cause I'm agrivated, too saturated
They done bullied and blackballed me like Adidas
And they don't even like each other
They like felines
You dogs mad cause they cat call me to come smash
You the type to throw a rock and then b line
You know why they don't wish you well
Cause they'd rather see you fail
Penny for your thoughts, I'm not a wishing well
How could shit on the same nigga that molded you
Lie and say it's only you
Disgusted with myself, like how you let a mother lover get that close to you
Let them eat off and then brag about what they stole from you
You niggas litty off minor stats
To hide da fact
That you p like monistat
Like I don't get to it, who y'all influence
It's proven, I don't pretend to
It's pandemonium every time that I step through
You just another
Another rapper
Waiting to go pop
I'm still in the grind
G's up hoes down
Trust I'm a blaze for mine
You just another nigga
Another rapper waiting to go pop
I'm still in the grind
G's up hoes down
Trust I'm a blaze for mine
It's funny y'all never lived up to the standards that you held me to
You'd prolly throw it in my face, if i get help from you
Look how they look at me crazy,
I bet they not impressed
Y'all think if I was in your spot I'd be the same as you
Hated by R&B singers, and now they sing the blues
I never changed up, even when they switched crews
Y'all was never in them bleachers
I been ahead of niggas couldn't reach us
Alienated myself from leachers
What y'all celebrated that shit beneath us
If my niggas ain't eatin then what's the reason
It's like they hate cause you breathing, hate cause you said no
Thats why they fuck on your bitch, was hate from the get go
I know it hurts, couldn't stomach the shit I been through
Y'all don't want it, your whole style is a rental
Bitch