G.I.G.O lyrics

(Verse )
How many times I gotta tell you, (boy) I'm really on the cash sh*t
Imma serve a n*gga with the same hand I wipe my ass with (haha)
We grew up with mama, we ain't had no dad b*tch
These n*ggas had silver spoons, and all those kind of plastic
b*tches sucking di*k for guap and call theyself a bad b*tch
Yes I talk my sh*t a lot coz I ain't never had sh*t
n*ggas think I'm hurt by what they say but I be laughing
b*tches ask me can I give her head I started laughing (haha)

I got high as f*ck and then decided to do this song
I know its family first but your family'll do you wrong
I just be like f*ck it I'll be better off alone
Wipe my hands with all this sh*t and change the number to my phone

Took extendo after 9 coz I can't bring it in the club
They say come with something smaller so I went and bought a [?] (snug maybe, some smaller gun probably)
Burning sh*t I feel like [?] and these n*ggas some [?]
I Get In and Get up Outta there, ain't tryna kiss and hug

I Get In and Get up Outta there, ain't tryna kiss and hug
I get a lot of hate but I be getting a lot of love
Forgot I had a b*tch coz I was booted up them drugs
They say when it rain it pours but I been in the flood

When this n*gga get that crazy? When he started doing that?
I'm from Dallas baby, I know how to watch my back
How come everytime I see em, sh*t don't add up to his raps?
n*ggas said they diamonds dancing but ain't got sh*t on they neck
All this dress a thousand dollars b*tch I be styling
Valet parked the Dodge hit me just to do some shopping
Mama won't be stressing long as her son started popping
n*ggas wanna be batman only when they round their Robin(pus*y)

It was either goo wash every night or sloppy joe
I blow a lot of boogus like I got a runny nose
You n*ggas gon' be b*tches and these hoes gon' be hoes
Don't ask me what I'm smoking you can smell it on my clothes

Check out that light skin with them tats Got a n*gga b*tch
Smith and Wess ain't got no safety I might shoot my di*k
Lil mama brought a camera with her I might shoot a flick
Some n*ggas got it coming to em naah I ain't forget

These b*tches think they knowing everything, take your ass to Yale
I'm on route with all this paper look like I deliver mail
n*ggas always want it like these pus*y n*ggas broke a nail
Yeah I play it cool but they know I got shells like taco bell. (haha)

(Outro)
Nah fr b*tch though, I be playing cool but I got shells like taco bell