G-$hit Lyrics

Fuck the jury nigga

Fuck the DA nigga

Fuck the judge nigga

Fuck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you

Bless the G niggas

And the hustlers

And the plug nigga

We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it

Fuck the jury nigga

Fuck the DA nigga

Fuck the judge nigga

Fuck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you

Bless the G niggas

And the hustlers

And the plug nigga

We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it

Three hots and a cot

These hoes tried to break my soul

You can take all that I got

And i still won't break or fold

I grow thick skin in the winter

So I can take the cold

God made me in his image

And then he broke the mold

Run up them bands in the summer

I bet they feel the heat

Struggle ain't do nothing but put fire under my feet

Ima sure go and get it if my heart got a beat

Got the best dope in the city

I ain't scared to compete

Ima make sure we eat

Swim if I flood the streets

I can fuck with these niggas

Cause these niggas just leech

I be cool on all these hoes

They just sand on the beach

She gotta worship a nigga

Take heed when I preach

Fiends scrape it off the plate

I think I like to screech

I'm screaming free El Chapo

And free that nigga Meech

Got a fine ass Bahamian

She from the Florida Key

Cute face slim waist

And ass on Georgia peach

Fuck the jury nigga

Fuck the DA nigga

Fuck the judge nigga

Fuck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you

Bless the G niggas

And the hustlers

And the plug nigga

We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it

Fuck the jury nigga

Fuck the DA nigga

Fuck the judge nigga

Fuck the fake hoes who really hate but fake love with you

Bless the G niggas

And the hustlers

And the plug nigga

We gon run it up and then stack it up and straight thug with it

I did six months on the bunk

That shit bout made me sick

I put six things in the trunk

That shit might make me rich

Youngin told me he felt broke

It turned into a lick

Get the mask and the gas

Free bands and free bricks

Roll the dice and we hit

Fuck them niggas we rich

Stack them chips like Ritz

Money over a bitch

They said love will get you killed

Love my family to death

Ima grind trap hustle

Til I run out of breath

I'm a GTH nigga

It's what beat in my chest

'When I get to heaven

Then I can get some rest

We not DJ Khaled

But we know we the best

Six feet deep

Leave em sleep

If they come try and test us