LittleG (US) - GOT THAT SACK lyrics

Verse 1: I rock Gucci Louie Prada Can't pronounce the other products If a n***a take my product then its gonna be a problem DJ plus thirty need Eisenstein to solve it Even though we work put that p**y in a(...) Make his mama sick got her sniffing and coughing All that cause I put her f**ing son in a coffin If he think he on then my mans gotta off him Lemon squeeze banana clips that fruit salad I toss it Catch him the cut make him fall like a avalanche k**ing these rapper till it ain't none left to battle with Swimming witcho pistle well im moving in my battle ship You dont want beef well im a kid that like to cattle tip Im DJ can you solve that equation I have b**hes bussin ima dog got persuasion G.O.B f**in right I do it for the nation Guns make the ground shake I do it for the Haitians Snapback in my city push yo cap back in my city Girl yo a** fat come with me And my guns gone get him If he run guns gone hit em I'mma hunter im wit it She a runner she sprinting Then im done bro im finished G.O.B that's the set This yo b**h pa**ing neck Throwing a** having s** With the squad look at that Look at me gettin it in That's my bro that's my man Damn dude look again that's yo muthaf**in friend If im tryna f** I call twat poppers For neck s** I call jaw droppers Im from 9-0 make em bury yall choppers And im from a city where they carry yall (...) Ima f**in veteran Give em shots medicine Dj im the letter man Girl give me intelligence Smokin on that excellence Live the laws of recklessness Yea I got a silencer k** the boy with gentleness Born to be a hit man I can't be no gentleman Leave a n***a holy like the f**ing book of genesis k**in all my nemesis and doing this continuous This my city n***a why u on my premises Bet I leave a muf**er dead when that semi ring I'mma turn a muf**er red like a kidney bean She got a nice a** but her lips is what I get between Givem shells thats my mans I just callem (...) Tryna rob me oh no I ain't here for that Yea I gotta nine deuce five I ain't fearing that High point nine deuce five I ain't hearing that Shorty doing numbers for the squad she be givin neck