Ar-Ab - Imma G Boy lyrics

Yeah Yeah Ca**idy and I ain't in no mutha f**ing gang but I'm a mutha f**ing gangster real rap I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by the key boy got dope and the E boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by the key boy got dope and the E boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy get smoked by P boy coc by the key boy got dope and E boy All these rappers is acting like all the actors in the gangster flicks They act gangster but really don't do no gangster sh** You not a gangster cause you on a real gangster dick A gangster rap is a rap that a real gangster spit A gangster should never kiss another gangster lips You shouldn't even kiss a gangster b**h on some gangster sh** My flow cold like a runny nose I'm bouts to blow like a handkerchief and you ain't on my thank you list Think of me when you think of jay-z think of kiss Fif' or Em when you think of them think of this I'm ma bout to go pick up this little stinky b**h And get brain but not the same brain she be thinking with Banger by my pancreas if a n***a think he slick I'll blow his brain out now he can't think of sh** b**h this how goon talk clip look like half a moon and it will make a n***a moon walk I'm not the king of pop but my thing finger pops I sell bricks and got that Elvis I'm the king of rock I'm still slangin rock trap phone ring a lot Clientele popping up I'm on the block guapping up I got that fish you got that sh** that they locking Up yup is going to be hard to push if that sh** is hard to cook The hard I cook give the fiends the retarded look I get stupid cake cause one hit will give'em the stupid face They smoke your coke and there no result they not high They smoke my coke and they over dose they not alive I ain't bagging white for bragging rights But I was broke so I had to sell coke to get my swagger right I'm the hustler cause I've been hustling for half my life Anything I'm hustling I bought for lease half the price My coupe blue and I'm cute too ask your wife She had a tight little a** she could only take half the pipe You have a pipe but you p**y a Hermaphrodite It's a men's world but if is drama you girl up When ice cube was Jerry curled up Rap was my whole world until rapper start f**ing my whole world up I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by the key boy got dope and the E boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by the key boy got dope and the E boy Where I'm from money be the object I get mines putting fire to the Pyrex So f** a diss track I bring it to you direct I k** you then the witness die next Forty four bulldog get the five vex You never progress if you only side bet I'm trying to k** two birds with one stone I just grab two birds now one gone I supply it well that's my clientele I fire shell if any of my client tell Well they say is a long line to hell But I'm ma either get rich or I'm ma die in jail Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue Raise a blade in a plate full of residue Nine-Six Impala it's heaven blue Being broke like you is what I'll never do Purple juice and them zens got me sleep walking She said n***as like me she don't see often And I don't care if he shot I just keep sparking I make n***as throw towels and give peace offerings I got two baby moms and we don't speak often I just give'em bank rolls and tell'em keep walking I just show a b**h money I don't keep talking Then she slob on my nob like she retarded Sour D four grams stuffed in a dutch Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut Two b**hes four hand touching my nuts Then I give'em long dick touching they gut If money is the topic I get like Floyd I be O-Ting moving grams of the boy If I don't know n***as my hand on toy Cause I'm ma a f**ing shooter Brandon Roy My n***a Ca** got the bent I need the 550 Only blow good smoke an L 550 He not a real connect if he can't supply 50 My cousin na get half cause he'll die with me O B A is the set and we gone make ours Couple n***as got shot trying take ours I was in the crack house with eight vows You was like Eminem off of eight mile In your sh**ty house writing rap songs I use to run in n***as house with the mac drawn I guess you only need one mic like Nas I take a four pound and a white-pot Glock 30 con-pact it's the right size Vision ware on the stuff watch the white rise I'm talking brick sales get your order up I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up If you short a buck I send them to the coroner The gun small the clip hang like Florida It say a stack on a scale when I weight powder I'm a gangster a goon to the eighth power I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by the key boy got dope and E boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy I'mma I'mma I'mma G boy I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy coke by the key boy got dope and the E boy