2 G's (Explicit)

Yeah

Came a long way from being posted at the shop

About a tenner in my pocket, thinking how to get my guap

I'm not lookin' to get nicked so I ain't tryna hit the block

And from a kid, I always knew, I wasn't gonna get a job

So I'm rollin' round, plottin', tryna go with what I got

A couple lyrics on my phone, minor ones, it's nuttin' hot

Tryna get into position, gotta battle for my spot

And now I'm stood in front of cameras 'cause I really took my shot

I don't wanna trap, I like my money clean

I don't fuck wit' cash and so the card is spendin' couple G's

I been goin' mad, we've had to up the fees

Rockstar s**t in every city, b***hes love the team

Step in a the area, I'm flexin' in my shades

Hella women in the building, they all different kinda shapes

Seems to me like everybody's askin' for the Aitch

But I'm busy, get the calendar and rearrange the dates

Two G's on the belt

You ain't seen these on the shelf

She wants D, I can tell

Two G's on the belt

You ain't seen these on the shelf

She wants D, I can tell

Head to feet in Chanel

Nah, you ain't gotta worry babe

Saying things she shouldn't say

Then she wanna pull a face when I said she couldn't stay

Still, I told her Fly over, you wanna come and play

Put herself straight in the Uber because she couldn't wait

See my freestyle with Kenny and now she want a taste

Came to hit the belly, that's for certain

I'm workin', trust me when I'm ready fam, it's curtains

I been laying low and I been learning

Tables been turning, bridges been burning, but fuck it though

Celebrate, mix my liquor with the lemonade

Bun a little wedding cake and meditate

Ask me what I'm doing and I probably said the same thing as yesterday

Two G's on the belt

You ain't seen these on the shelf

She wants D, I can tell

Two G's on the belt

You ain't seen these on the shelf

She wants D, I can tell

Head to feet in Chanel

Uh, young boy, got it in the bag right

Dunno why these bruddas ask why they should act right

People done me dirty, it's a minor, are they that sly

Just think, get your facts right

Tell me, who's the bad guy

Cop a little drip but you ain't that fly

Cocky little s**t, I'll take your b***h because I'm that guy

Boppin' with the clique or come in classy with a black tie

Put-put-puttin' in a shift, doin' bits

You was out here lookin' for a chick

I was pullin' up to studio, I duppy it and dip

Had to cut a lotta people, they were fuckin' with my s**t

It is what it is, fam, I don't wanna talk

Don't care if you hate me 'cause your girl want it all

Two G's on the belt

You ain't seen these on the shelf

She wants D, I can tell

Head to feet in Chanel

Two G's on the belt

You ain't seen these on the shelf

She wants D, I can tell

Head to feet in Chanel