Yung Ro - Gotz 2 be a G lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, we back n***a Lil' Flipper, Yung Ro, Chamillionaire This how it go, ha-ha We still doing this mixtape sh** n***a Yeah uh, B.G. Duke up in this b**h, look [Lil' Flip] I'ma be a G, until the day that I die Everyday you see me, n***a I'll be high I'm smoking on that hays, use to smoke on that regular Now n***as mad, I'm a hitter the competitors On another level, yellow rocks all in my f**ing bezel n***a they causing trouble, you wan' tangle with the devil I'm rolling with my Glocks, I ain't f**ing with the cops But I'm busting f**ing shots, cause they don't give me props They know me on the East, they know me on the West Even when I'm in my hood, I still gotta wear my vest n***as they wanna test, cause they album was a mess But when I step out I go to the club, they hoes impressed They like the way I dress, and they like the shoes I buy They know everytime they see Flip, he gon be fly Got the Mikey D's jersey, got my name on the back Even they caught cases, we got caine in the Lac We gon hustle till we broke, we ain't broke because we hustle n***as claim they in they in the streets, but they know I got that muscle But a n***a use to struggle, now a n***a doing good I'm like the Diplomats, what's really good hood [Hook] Got to be a G, to the day that I die Got to be a G, to the day that I die All my boys real, to the day that I die Got to be a G, to the day that I die Got to be a G, to the day that I die All my boys real, to the day that I die All them boys real, I'm a G All them boys real, I'm a G [Yung Ro] It feel good to be me, because I shine everyday Wake up and then I pray, and thank the Lord for this day A new day means hope, another chance to get it I got the mind of a G, so I plan to get it Plan to split it, divide it where it's 'spose to go Stack it up and share with the ones, close to Ro That's how it's 'spose to go, well at least I speak for me But if you feel me nod your head, cause I also speak for G's Real n***as who want hundred, playas guys and gent's And we a dying breed, think it's like five percent I's a pimp, on ro-do and mind's a scent From a place under water, so my eyes are squinched But nevermind that, just pour me up two cups of liquor Jump down so you could sip a, skeet taste with Koopa and Flipper And your boy Yung Ro, teach you how to fold bread To my n***as on lock, stay smart hold your head I'm rolling heads, while rolling red down the block Trunk unlock trunk pop, trunk knock co*k stop Drop bops flop, looking at me while I do my thang Switching lanes holding grain, pushing caine hold up mayn I'm a G peep my style, how I called it how I feel Mack P, Koopa, Flip, Twin all them boys real And all them boys feel, yeah the same way as me Real recognize real, I swear to you I'm a G Ha, real recognize real I swear to you I'm a G [Hook] [Lil' Flip] I'm the realest of the real, I'm the trillest of the trill n***a f** around with me, I'ma have to show the steel I'ma have to show my sk**s, let these b**h n***as know That these snitch n***as know, Lil' Flip run the show You can open up for me, n***a I'm the headliner f** around with n***as, who always get vagina You tricking your do', we never licking em low n***a you rolling and picking, n***a I'm picking them hoes We got b**hes on every coast, b**hes in every state n***as talk sh**, but they gon up on Ricki Lake Broke rapper no deal, no sk**s stay broke Mo'f**ers smoking regular weed, we got that good dro I'm a f**ing hood n***a, bad n***a good n***a AK-47, chopper made of wood n***a It's understood n***a, we ride candy n***a In every state, all these n***as wanna ban me n***a I got they b**hes number, in my phone yeah b**h You know I got a f**ing story, I'ma tell b**h I got a brick to sell, I got a click in jail And when they get out, I got them n***as getting my mail Tipping the scales, we above the law Like Steven Segal, n***as fake like Ru Paul The way that I ball, the dro that I buy it's the best sh** I never step out the house, without my vest b**h I got my Glock on my lap, got my mind on my money Got these b**h n***as broke rappers, trying to f** with Johnny But they can't, get the pink rocks yellow rocks Blue rocks, n***as do shows and f** with the cops But I ain't doing that sh**, I got my own team Oh you going away, b**h I'm the home team I got my own sh**, I got my own click I know I f**ed your gal, yep I got my own b**h I'm just a playa like Hef, I'm just jazzy like Jeff I got stripes like the ref, these n***a lie but they deaf They can't hear what I'm saying, these n***as think that I'm playing Now their bodies decaying, when I'm bucking and spraying Me and Will don't play, we got scrill everyday We blow k** everyday, b*atch (*scratching*) [Hook]