g class lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm tryna tear that sh*t up)
Oh, let's go

[Chorus]
Uh, uh (Yeah)
Runtz in excess in back of the G-Class trunk
With the baddest one and we rolling sh*t up (Yeah)
I don't pull up, uh, and she don't get f*cked, yeah
Muddy nightmares under autumn wax sun (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, better have that Lyft [?] winter [?] dry nut
All my sh*ttiest sh*t got dressed up once we get a suds, yeah
I'm so uh, uh (Yeah)
I'm so uh, uh
I just put that sh*t behind me

[Verse 1]
Most of these people flaky
They will f*ck you over, probably (Over, probably)
Most of these b*tchеs bossy, I'm not tryna find a mommy
If I don't got myself, I treat it like no onе else had got me
The only red flag on me shows up when I'm wearing Tommy
Polo apparel on my body
You know when it snows, I'm walking around with Goose up on me (Goose up on me)
I'm running doors out in his girlfriend's Maserati (Maserati)
I just put a tip in his b*tch like Pocky
Yeah, suck me with the chains on, baby, get sloppy
Damn, I just put my stick on the ice like hockey
Who the f*ck could do it like me? No [?]
Last lit, bad boy, nobody
[Chorus]
I'm tryna tear that sh*t up
Uh, uh (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Runtz in excess in back of the G-Class trunk
With the baddest one and we rolling sh*t up (Yeah)
I don't pull up, uh, and she don't get f*cked, yeah
Muddy nightmares under autumn wax sun (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, better have that Lyft [?] winter [?] dry nut
All my sh*ttiest sh*t got dressed up once we get a suds, yeah
I'm so uh, uh
I'm so uh, uh (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2]
It was raining
I didn't have to take his b*tch from him, that sh*t was given
But he don't blame me, I'm just a product
Blame the system (Yeah)
You a victim (You a victim)
I came all this way when I ain't have a pot to p*ss in
There's heroes in this sh*t, but money turn 'em to a villain
Ironic how he gave away his life to make a killing
That sh*t leave you nowhere except way above the ceiling
At least everyone but me, I'm just immune, I got a feeling

[Outro]
I'm tryna tear that sh*t up, uh, uh
Runtz in excess in back of the G-Class trunk
With the baddest one and we rolling sh*t up
I don't pull up, uh, and she don't get f*cked, yeah
Muddy nightmares under autumn wax sun
b*tch, better have that Lyft [?] winter [?] dry nut
All my sh*ttiest sh*t got dressed up once we get a suds, yeah
I'm so uh, uh
I'm so uh, uh