G23 lyrics

[Intro]
Grr, pow
Yeah
Huh, yeah

[Chorus]
Don't get close (Don't get close)
G23, we f*ck up your b*tch and shoot up your ho (Shoot up your ho)
Tie you up in the back seat, boy, you'll never get home (Never get home)
Y'all better lay low, b*tch, don't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, yeah)
Keeping my Glock around me, motherf*cking shoot and reload (Yeah, yeah)
Don't get close
Boyschoirboys, we drippy, you know (Drippy, you know)
Everything Rick and Balenci', I'm dripping from head to the toes (From head to the toes)
Y'all better lay low, b*tch, don't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, yeah)
Keeping my Glock around me, motherf*cking shoot and reload (Grr, pow)

[Verse 1]
They always talking behind, said I'm the mystery (Yeah)
I am your god, I am your father, and now I'm just making the history (Woo)
I pop a bag, y'all looking sad, but I got no friends in the industry (That's true)
Throw up the sign b, motherf*ckers, you know now who got the victory (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Y'all never visit me, low-key y'all peeping me
Back in the day I'm sniffing it, hitting it
Now I'm just tripping and tripping, and tripping, and getting your b*tch a 925 Tiffany
Wait, hold up (Yeah)
Prada pants form Italy (Okay)
Now they put me on the board (Board)
But I really hate the boundaries
[Bridge]
What, boy, you ain't from the hood
Step in if you could
Step in if you cool (Yeah)
Step in if we good (Yeah, what)
Chigga, what you sain'?
Boyschoirboys, the sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
Motherf*ckers ain't 'bout that, yeah (For real, for real)

[Verse 2]
Icy, I needa sip with the ice (Ice)
聽講你don't even like me (Woo), pus*y-ass b*tch wanna fight (Fight)
Yeah, I'ma slide in, hop on the mic, I go psyche (Psyche)
sh*t with the spike, you know we don't look alike, and my bih gon' hit the pipe (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Back in the days I'm paranoid
Shoot with the Spectra polaroid
We in the street with all the boys
How you gon' keep it? motherf*ckers tripping
Ain't got no time for making noise
Cashing out we in the mall
IG睇緊 "skatetomorrow"
B-loody, they can't go wrong
Straight pulling up to LA (Yeah)
I'm in the town, low-key I'm grinding
He got the tat' on the face (Yeah)
Can tell he trying but only we shine
They only copy and paste
Chigga, they clown, chigga, they fake
They f*ck around, they wanna chase
I step on the stage and shout out my mama
Rocking that H2O, yes, I'm sipping that Fiji, Fiji
I'ma just take two hoes and they going litty, litty
And they way too low, so I make them disappear
Told you better lay low now, them chiggas dropping tears, yeah
[Bridge]
Yeah
"Officially 18" motherf*cking in this b*tch
Boyschoir sh*t, you know we rapping now
First [?], we [?]
Motherf*ckers ain't [?] (Grr, pow)
You know I be doing this sh*t for a long time, yeah

[Chorus]
Don't get close (Don't get close)
G23, we f*ck up your b*tch and shoot up your ho (Shoot up your ho)
Tie you up in the back seat, boy, you'll never get home (Never get home)
Y'all better lay low, b*tch, don't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, yeah)
Keeping my Glock around me, motherf*cking shoot and reload (Yeah, yeah)
Don't get close
Boyschoirboys, we drippy, you know (Drippy, you know)
Everything Rick and Balenci', I'm dripping from head to the toe (From head to the toe)
Y'all better lay low, b*tch, don't pick up the phone (Pick up the phone, yeah)
Keeping my Glock around me, motherf*cking shoot and reload (Grr, pow)