Lyrics G's to P's - CT Finesse

From Gs to Ps
I use to break down 28s jus
To keep my money strate
My real trappers they relate Sell the nuggs
smoke out the shake
How much u got I'm on the way don't take
to long no I won't wait
Coach em up draw up the plays gettin
Paid n gettin layed
I went from Gs to Ps
(Yea Aw yea Aw yea aw yea Aw yea)
Yea I went from Gs to Ps

(Yea Aw yea Aw yea aw yea Aw yea)

Pray to the trap gods I'm protected
Wit this Jesus piece
Pray to the trap gods I'm protected while
I feed the streets

BossHomey threw me my first package an he
Said make what Yu can
Turned a 28 to 56 came back an hit his hand
Yu always pay the plug he showed u love that
Shit make u a man
Run on the plug u niggas dumb u stealing
Crumbs ion understand
Knock off a 4way added tax on it went rite
Bck an copped a 8
got it gone like it's a race
jam OG Runtz an Dosi cake
My hotline blinging had em thinkin I been
Out here movin weight
Wen u start flexin an finessin pussy boys
supposed to hate
Blicky on me wen we meet up ain no lackin
concentrate
Can't throw me off thinkin we cool I know
how goofy niggas play
The closest to u try to do you trynna
Knock u out the way

Send em to god he think it's safe
Send em to god he relocated

I use to break down 28s jus to keep my
Money strate
My real trappers they relate Sell the nuggs
smoke out the shake
How much u got I'm on the way don't take
To long no I won't wait
Coach em up draw up the plays gettin
Paid n gettin layed
I went from Gs to Ps
(Yea Aw yea Aw yea aw yea Aw yea)
Yea I went from Gs to Ps

(Yea Aw yea Aw yea aw yea Aw yea)

Pray to the trap gods I'm protected wit this
Jesus piece
Pray to the trap gods I'm protected while
I feed the streets

I'm on a roll was at 1p spinned the block
Came back wit 3,ran it up I went so crazy
Numbers doubled in a weak showin love
Wit all my bras I put em in the game for
Cheap clean up my funds naw I dumb it's
time I start my agency
U want a job come straight u wanna drive
Get a class B 100 ways I'm trynna eat BBM
big bastard meech a plate for u it's time to feast
Get out that field put up ya cleats
Still keep it gangsta ain't shit sweet
Let off that fire hop out on feet

I use to break down 28s jus to keep my
Money strate
My real trappers they relate Sell the nuggs
smoke out the shake
How much u got I'm on the way don't take
to long no I won't wait
Coach em up draw up the plays gettin
Paid n gettin layed
I went from Gs to Ps
(Yea Aw yea Aw yea aw yea Aw yea)
Yea I went from Gs to Ps

(Yea Aw yea Aw yea aw yea Aw yea)

Pray to the trap gods I'm protected wit this
Jesus piece
Pray to the trap gods I'm protected while
I feed the streets