Giving a fuck what a hater be saying whenever they speaking on me, Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G Bitch I'm G X2
Homie I'm G-G double O D, G double O D X4
[Verse 1: ChoirBoy]
Good God, whole squad on fleek Tip toes already know its gon' be Last week got homie tatted on the cheek T double O F, G double O D Toof Gang don't eat, Toof Gang don't sleep With the hustle you can't muzzle, homie look at these teeth Give a fuck what haters saying when they speaking on me [?] PayPal racks, drop crack on the digi-scale Cops on twitter, now the snitches trynna digi-tell Old school country, but you know i rep the city well Don't [?], But i slide off like a mini rail Silky smooth beats, but the flow so gritty Still won't talk [?] Every time i catch a brake a hater [?] Wishing we gon' fall off homie get a wishing well
[Verse 2: Ouija]
Ima put sin city on the map Ouija mat got spirits in the trap Toof Gang and we taking back the swag We gon' make these pussy boys grow their eyebrows back Shawty show me that pale white ahh ahh ahh Throw the booty like a tantrum in my lap Catch drain got requested on the track Wasn't fucking with us broke, go and nibble up a stack Bitch i swang around the world like inside-out boy Fucking with the Toof, [?] Dyed my hair blonde, slang scrolls like [?] boy Get up off my decomposing [?] right now boy Waves crash daily we a rip tide now boy Guess you gotta catch us on the flip side now Crawl slow, paint drying on the whip right now Lick your crusty ass lips and get a grip motha' fucka'
[Hook: Ouija]
[Verse 3: Yung Chri$t]
Posted in Japan catching tans Pocket full of xans Couple grand [?] Im just sayin' Bullets spraying Like some public masturbation on vacation with some haitians eating on some veggie bacon All these hoes they like my shit Smoking on some pipes and shit Yung Chri$t [?] Rollin' on some dice Double cup up in my hand Cocaine got about a gram Hashtag shitbag, jet lag, pop tags Baller shit, poppin on my collar shit Im all about that dollar bitch Tell your girlfirend come and holla' quick Im all about that dollar bitch Tell your girlfirend come and holla' quick
[Verse 4: Ruby da Cherry]
Clean cut, fuck that Im dirty Swamp chomp stomp on the beat I spit murky shit Got beef mofucka' got jerky Your chick gobble the dick like she a turkey She said \"work me\" I said \"surely\" First we roll a blunt and [?] Now im fucking thirsty, chugged about thirty fucking grape sodas now im feeling sick [?] green light Yo the bitch surrounding me [?] fucking told you Ruby da Cherry ain't fucking sober [?] All that coughing you doing i can't really hear you talking [?]