GG Songtext
von YoungBoy Never Broke Again feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

(DJ Swift on the track)
Dubba-AA flex
Damn, OTL, fuck with no sign
A million, up in my dime, look
Free my niggas out the can
Nigga, this that crazy man
I ain′t even put no effort, crazy man (this is the sound)

Draw down with that Glock (bitch), bitch, don't make no sound, uh
Say somethin′ and get shot, bitch, face down to the ground, baow
I ain't got no respect, ay, you might think I'm dumb, bitch
I′m just 17 with a whole lot of money
Fuck you, bitch, I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don′t like me, why you worried about what I do? (Why?)
Ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that, YoungBoy?
′Cause bitch, I'm flyer than your dude, ay (stupid)


If you think I fuck with that lil′ hoe, then you a fool (fool)
I ain't got no education, I dropped out of school (fuck school)
No security with me, so I′m strapped up with that tool (strap)
Try to take my jewelry off and you gon' make the news, bitch

Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22, bitch (thousand)
Audemars Piguet, could've went and bought a school, bitch
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes, bitch
Five thousand dollars, what I paid for the whole fit (the whole fit)

I just took a loss, so I′m goin′ on a heist, bitch (heist)
Hold a tool in yo' face like chino do a bike, bitch
Too much money on me for to raise my hand and fight, bitch (no)
Thunder in my clip, fuck around, get hit with light, bitch (bang)

Draw down with that Glock (Glock), bitch, don′t make no sound, uh
Say somethin' and get shot (baow), bitch, face down to the ground (bitch)
I ain′t got no respect, aye, you might think I'm dumb, bitch (dumb)
I′m just 17, with a whole lot of money
Fuck you, bitch, I hopped up out that coupe (fuck)
Tell me hoe, if you don't like me, why you worried about what I do?
You ain't see the car I pulled up in, so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that, YoungBoy?
′Cause bitch, I′m flyer than your dude (oh)


Wait, I'm really focused, they talking bullshit
But they still listen to my old shit
Listen, lil′ bitch, I still got some money from some old shit
Listen lil' bitch, I empty clips and then reload it
I get more attention when I′m with my Louis Loafers
All my whips is tinted so they love to pull me over
You a sherm nigga, word nigga, you's a joker

My whip is mad black, I used to ride in the Toyota, yeah
Now I′m slumpin' niggas over, yeah
Niggas got their ten toes up, yeah
Heart started gettin' colder, yeah
Lil′ bitch, you don′t know us, yeah

Draw down with that Glock (Glock), bitch, don't make no sound, uh
Say somethin′ and get shot (baow), bitch, face down to the ground (bitch)
I ain't got no respect, ay, you might think I′m dumb, bitch (dumb)
I'm just 17, with a whole lot of money
Fuck you, bitch, I hopped up out that coupe (fuck)
Tell me hoe, if you don′t like me, why you worried about what I do?
You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that, YoungBoy?
'Cause bitch, I′m flyer than your dude (oh)

(This is the sound, is the sound, is the sound, is the sound, is the sound)