What Happen To G Shit

[Verse 1: Slim Guerilla]
Back up in the day playas kept it G
Staying well rounded and staying low-key
My partner Soulzay solid like his golds
You lemon lames is frail, y'all fold like hoes
The game is need of stitches, knock them off the hinges
Need to re-up on some instruments to get some bitches
Yeah, these niggas lame, don't keep it playa
Niggas so simple and candy like Now And Later's
Niggas is some busters, niggas is so sad
I be coming through with the Goddamn Jag
With my nigga Almighty, rolling with that sack
You know he got that motherfucking pack, laid back

[Verse 2: Soulzay]
And I be pimping like the man, feeling like I'm goated
Hustling in the game, man, these boys, they can't hold me
Yeah, I see him going right, so I went left like Ginóbili
Staying higher up, Texas playas never folding
I be holding all my own, getting paid all off my phone
Me and SG Rilla riding 'Lac and smoking cones
Going two under the limit, 'cause I'm always riding dirty
Still staying with your mom's and you're pushing thirty
Get up on your shit, get up on your grind
Man, you too damn old to be this broke, you wasting time
But this the pimpdemic, for all the real hustlers
Doom Shop killers, Passion Playas
Staying clear from all you clucking motherfuckers