1730 G lyrics

by

$hyfromdatre


[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
(Mace)
I been told y'all hoes
Y'all can come see 'bout me a long time ago, long time ago
And the doorbell still ain't rung, like what's up?
Let's go
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm with all of that (Let's go)
I got these n*ggas mad
These n*ggas pressed, they say that lil' $hy won't follow back (Follow me)
Lil' hoes want the smoke, where your mama at?
Put that bread on your head, get you knocked out
And my big brother Pop pull them Glocks out (Fah, fah)
See an opp, and lil' $hy, she gon' rock out
Hope they ain't lackin', lil' b*tch better watch out

[Verse 1]
Doin' me, give a f*ck if they with it (Okay)
I'm the hardest lil' b*tch in the city (Yeah)
I might bop on a b*tch likе I'm Diddy
I don't f*ck with b*tches, these b*tchеs be iffy (At all)
I be chillin', I ain't with the chitty-chat
And these b*tches be pus*y like kitty cat (Meow)
Want the money, like, b*tch, where them benjies at?
And I might take your n*gga like, "Give me that"
I might pop a lil' b*tch in the face (Yeah)
I can't hate on these b*tches that's gay (Gay)
Free my cousin, he locked in them chains
He doin' some time for servin' that yay (Free Lil John)
And I don't wanna talk, b*tch, I'm busy
You want the smoke, what you know 'bout that blizzy? (Let's go)
b*tches watchin' the kid like I'm Disney
Free John, free Trap, and free that lil' n*gga Glizzy (Free the gang)
Ayy, these b*tches fake (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cuttin' my grass, gotta watch out for snakes
I don't do no kisses, I don't go on dates
But if it's 'bout money, let's make somethin' shake
If an opp out of state, b*tch, I'm flyin' to 'em
And these b*tches can't rap, why y'all lyin' to 'em?
Got your n*gga, he crushin', you crying to him (Who?)
Bullets fly in the air, now you dyin' to 'em
And these rap n*ggas rap 'bout the same sh*t (Same sh*t)
Never switch on my gang, I'm the same b*tch (Same b*tch)
If a b*tch in my lane, I'ma lane switch (Lane switch)
Ho, believe what you want, I don't explain sh*t
And my big brother turnt off that D'ussé (D'ussé)
And he don't give a f*ck 'bout what you say
Carolina thumpin', ho, this the new wave
Cut a n*gga off and get me a new bae (Ayy, ayy)
b*tch, I'm hard as the f*ck, but they knew that
On my di*k, they like, "Damn, how she do that?" (Let's go)
Hatin' hoes on my page, they gon' view that
They lovin' my songs, they wanna know who that (Who that?)
And they be like, "Lil' $hy so federal" (Federal)
Got your b*tch and she turnt off an edible
Knocked out a b*tch, come and get her a medical
I hit hard, on my mama, I'm tellin' you (For real)
Let's go
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm with all of that (Let's go)
I got these n*ggas mad
These n*ggas pressed, they see that lil' $hy won't follow back (Okay)
Lil' hoes want the smoke, where your mama at? (Where she at?)
Put that bread on your head, get you knocked out
And my big brother Pop pull them Glocks out (Baow, baow)
See an opp, and lil' $hy, she gon' rock out
Hope they ain't lackin', lil' b*tch better watch out (Let's go)

[Verse 2]
Watch out, watch out
b*tch, I'm cute as the f*ck, I'ma pop out (Pop out)
I punch in on the beat, then I clock out
b*tches be suckin' on c*ck, these hoes slopped out (Okay)
I be coolin', but don't try your luck
I'm high off that gas, it gotta be stuck
Doin' me, give a f*ck 'bout a duck
These b*tches be hatin', they don't like me, but I don't give a ****

[Outro]
Ayy, let's go
Like I said, y'all hoes could've been, y'all could've been came seen 'bout me
The f*ck?
How many times I gotta drop my addy?
Let's go
Ayy, I'm in the booth turnt, on my mama
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