G.I. Joe lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Uh, uh, uh, uh (Buddah Bless this beat)
Yeah, uh, feel me, nah
n*ggas gettin' money in this motherf*cker, you feel me?
They'll never feel me, man
It's a million dollar circle, you feel me?
I'm the young n*gga with two, three million
Million dollar n*ggas around me (Yeah, uh)
Everybody destined for greatness, you feel me? (Uh, uh)
Slatt, go, go, go, go, go, go (Uh, uh)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I'm the young n*gga who got it
Pourin' a four in a two, I ain't modest
I cannot move 'til I see a deposit
Feelin' 'em pinks and blue in my pocket
f*ck what he sayin', you know that it's up
f*ckin' on twins, geeked and stuck
I'm in a Benz, pushin' the pedal
New FN, ain't no metal
Pray for sins, I might move wrong
Bro off them tens, head in the clouds
f*ckin' this b*tch that I saw in the crowd
Told her shut up, she screamin' too loud
b*tch ass n*gga, I told you so
n*gga get mad, I fold his ho
Big AKs like G.I. Joe
n*ggas be fake like CGI
[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
b*tch west coast like TDE
Tote that stick, oh, you ain't know?
Ask 'bout Boat, know he ain't ho
He on go, pourin' fours
Yeah, bought about four or five Benzes
I got the tent, I crashed the Bent'
I got the b*tch in the back gettin' bent
Outside in the back of the crib in a tent
Slatt, huh, I got a four-pack, huh
I had to fold the MAC
Drivin' this sh*t off the track, huh
Yeah, move with them boys, live
Free all my n*ggas who bangin' the fire'
Jump in the water head first, I dive (Go)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I'm the young n*gga who got it
Pourin' a four in a two, I ain't modest
I cannot move 'til I see a deposit
Feelin' 'em pinks and blue in my pocket
f*ck what he sayin', you know that it's up
f*ckin' on twins, geeked and stuck
I'm in a Benz, pushin' the pedal
New FN, ain't no metal
Pray for sins, I might move wrong
Bro off them tens, head in the clouds
f*ckin' this b*tch that I saw in the crowd
Told her shut up, she screamin' too loud
b*tch ass n*gga, I told you so
n*gga get mad, I fold his ho
Big AKs like G.I. Joe
n*ggas be fake like CGI
[Verse 2: Louie Ray]
Most n*ggas bootleg like DVDs
They want smoke, that's CBD
Twenty a verse
Gotta get twenty a verse 'cause I blow twenty on lean
Okay, this sh*t in my genes
And just in my parents, that's how I was bred
I know some n*ggas that's dead
I'm focused on money, I'm blowin' her head
Okay, she givin' me head
n*gga, this head on the edge of the bed
Okay, I'm high off the Percs
Could've been Nicki, I left her on read
Okay, I'm keepin' it hood
Hat just sittin' on the side of my head
I got a hundred in cash
You know I got burners on side of the bed (Bah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
I'm the young n*gga who got it
Pourin' a four in a two, I ain't modest
I cannot move 'til I see a deposit
Feelin' 'em pinks and blue in my pocket
f*ck what he sayin', you know that it's up
f*ckin' on twins, geeked and stuck
I'm in a Benz, pushin' the pedal
New FN, ain't no metal
Pray for sins, I might move wrong
Bro off them tens, head in the clouds
f*ckin' this b*tch that I saw in the crowd
Told her shut up, she screamin' too loud
b*tch ass n*gga, I told you so
n*gga get mad, I fold his ho
Big AKs like G.I. Joe
n*ggas be fake like CGI
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