Garson Ave Finest lyrics

[Intro]
(Big Emm)
Yeah, n*gga
Yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
This ain't no gas station weed, n*gga, this top shelf
n*ggas be water boys, runnin’ 'round like they need help
You ain't my f*ckin’ twin, we don't look alike
Me and Big Emm in this b*tch stuck all night
We don't f*ck with broke boys, them n*ggas tryna get us indicted
Show me 5,000 and I'll shut the f*ck up
You DoorDashin' in a SRT, how the hell that work?
You doin' Lyft in a Hellcat, how the hell that work?
n*gga, your momma should be ashamed of you
I'll never rep no gang with you
Hang with you
Let alone, sell cocaine with you
f*ck up off my phone, boy
Comment 10 times, you ain't talkin’ ’bout no money
f*ck 10,000, n*gga, get you shot for 1500
Standin' on business, what?
How your momma doin’? How your kids doin'?
40 hittin', center of your chеst, how your rims doin'?
Coast to coast, n*gga gon’ drag his nuts
Walk how he walk
And that's whats up, n*gga, ain't 'een how the f*ck you talk
I be feelin' likе Shawty Lo, 'fore he died in that R8
I pull up on my momma, with my daughter in a I8
f*ck you lookin' at? Broke boy, get your eyes straight
Doors in the air, my car pointin' to the heaven gates
We duckin' charges every damn day, can we get a break?
You see my damn neck, Cuban lookin' like I ice skate
b*tch, I need a lick, I ain't tryna go out, you know I'on like to date
I had a long day, girl, I was high, don't know the time or date (Damn son, where'd you find this?)
Can't let the crackers crucify me
My whole crew grimy
Wifey told me, "f*ck them n*ggas"
My brotha told me, "Rob them n*ggas"
My brotha said, "If they ain't bringing no money, why you talkin' to n*ggas?"
"And n*gga, he ain't even got his pole, why you walkin' with that n*gga?"
Blood on his hands, murder on his mind, he thinkin' 'bout a dollar
Get up outta sleep, look in the mirror, feel like the top shotta
n*gga, we been doin' this since Save A Lot at Goodman Plaza
n*gga, I'm from Garson Ave for real, rest in peace Drama