G-Star ft. Nerd1k & $hmoney Exclusives Lyrics

G Star Bape Swag

Penthouse playing with racks

Hit the bitch, can't call back

Push her out the brand new track

We was 16 in the valley

Counting up money, keep tally

I can tell you again, again

Hit the slut in a blacked out Benz

I'm a dog I'm hitting her friend

Ima god in these palm angels pants

Try to stick and we making him dance

Better hope that's not yo mans

We too up, yea we in the sky

He bout to switch, no he not one of mines

I took to much nigga feeling fried

You was pose to stay, you was pose to ride

I get me a mansion that shit would be nice

This shit off the dome, I don't need to write

Get cropped out the picture like go take a hike

Them 223's, hit him like he mike

Yea I call Tyson, hit you with combos like I'm bison

She do what I say nigga like its Simon

We too up really different climate

I just met 1k, man this shit perfect timing

This two-tone, I don't need the time

Me and my Glock, yea its Bonnie and Clyde

Can't see the love, that shit hard too fine

Tryna to reach the top, yea I had to grind

That's my twin, swear to god I got love for my slimes

Trapped in a box, nigga like a mine

He try to run up get hit wit that nine

This shit really going, I could see the signs

Tryna play these games, get booted offline

Im feeling angelic, Im feeling divine

Im feeling D1, working overtime

She talking about nun, she getting declined

She getting declined, oh she know what she doing

She know that she fine, she looking like China

I hop on the beat, yea I like to sing, sing it like Mariah

Don't think that's it sweet, yea you running up, they gone have to find ya

G Star Bape Swag

Penthouse playing with racks

Hit the bitch, can't call back

Push her out the brand new track

We was 16 in the valley

Counting up money, keep tally

I can tell you again, again

Hit the slut in a blacked out Benz

I'm a dog I'm hitting her friend

Ima god in these palm angels pants

Try to stick and we making him dance

Better hope that's not yo mans