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[Intro: K RACK$ & *BabyLavish*]
*Yeah, yeah*
GB
*Yo GB, talk to these n*ggas bro! Let 'em know what the f*ck is up!"
(This should be played at high volume, preferably in a residential area)

[Verse 1: K RACK$]
Buckle up!
"GB what the f*ck is up?" Nothing much
Laugh so hard I'm busting guts, killing n*ggas with uppercuts
f*ck 'em up, dump 'em in the water like some rubber ducks
Got one love for such and such; I don't do guns, I'm running up
f*ck is up? Chill out officer, I ain't do nothing, bruh
Some brother tried to f*ck with us and all I did was rough him up
A little bit, but I won't do no more, I promise this is it
But I can't make no promises that I'll refrain from hitting licks
sh*t, this a deeper cover of Deep Cover
And GB's bars are hot, hotter than cheap rubber
Don't get burned, take this as a lesson learned
You a bum n*gga, rap equivalent of Earn
I'm wack? Never that, don't get slapped with a gat
Your choice: the Mac or the AK 4-sev, that's where it's at
If you want to fight me, n*gga you're out of luck
You could hit me with a hook, but I eat those sh*ts for lunch
Dinner and break-fast, if I run up on you then break fast
I'll take that and that, give me all your green like Ceelo
Me and Dub, because we running a repo
And if you hide your chain then I'ma snatch the sh*t like Deebo
GB, see me, I'm a great debator
You a massive hater, you talking sh*t? Catch me later
You acting vapor but you'll ask later when I stack paper
So smell ya later; Cause we eating, where's the waiter?
Lame n*ggas talk, talk, talk, but you don't do 'thangs'
I'm cheffin' with my method so protect ya neck: Wu Tang
I'm GB, and if I see you then it's GG
I'll come back for a repeat; no weapons, I be melee