I’m A G lyrics

Rollin, pockets on Bruce Bruce by Louken
Coming from colors like fruit loops remove goose
Hoes right behind me in 2 groups they too loose
Balling on me running through n*ggas b*tches that shoot hoops cruise
'93 magic blue on Shaq feet
Back like the b*tch ran track ass like athletes
Tight up in them jeans so please swing that pass me
Finally got that ass b*tch, striptease me last week
I guess I got the di*k so I make the rules
When they let the mothern*gga play the rules
Strapped up motherf*cker better play cool
FNH 5.7, that's my favorite tool
I'm a fool dog ass n*gga
So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass n*gga b*tch
I'm a fool dog ass n*gga
So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass n*gga b*tch
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f*ck hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me ,me, me
Said It's all on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me
Compton California that's where I'm from
f*ck your girl pus*y until it's numb
Do my damn thing and I shake like I'm pimpin
Favorite state hate long as real n*ggas recognize
I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good
Taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf
2 365's ago I was live you know
Yeah I got off more tree than woods
n*gga its the real, ace of spades a deal
It ain't what you say it's how you say what you feel
I do it from the chest I reek of success
You ain't seen a n*gga this cold out the West in a long time
Boy say you wanna problem it's a long line
Super hot boy push a cold line
Shawty starring at a gold mine
I'm on now, showtime
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f*ck hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me ,me, me
Said It's all on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me
We smoking OG
I meet up with my n*gga
We chopping the whole key
I slap it on a fire he slap it on a G
But yo that's still my folks be close since '93
Money over b*tches running with my n*ggas
Hooting with the squad the robbers and dope dealers
Without these permissions I'm German the cold killers
Open on the streets don't got mercy on broke n*ggas
I'm thugging to the east bay and my n*gga jack of 7
I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that
You know how beef lay hit a lick flip the zippers
I told the girl I'm just the type of n*gga
Got my killer from the east bay
Hit the lay I got some weight to the 8th tray
You broke it down I hit my money at the next day
Hit a liquor flip the zippers
Told my girl I'm just the type of n*gga
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die f*ck hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the yak you and rollin OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me ,me, me
Said It's all on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me