Lyrics Replacement - GMG Lulheim

(RJ Banks on the beat)

Say what up
Come get your work for what's it's worth bitch
Big GMG put you down in the earth
Can't run from this curse

These pussy nigga be internet gangsters
Got a couple felons riding on my side
Can't have a stick but still clutching fire
And we killing ourselves like we color blind
Thot bitches fuck up my apatite
Measure my cup pour half a sprite
Opp niggas swear they don't do it for likes
On they block we go bowling we catchin' a strike

Summer time wrist still frozen
Skinny ass niggas ain't getting no motion
Pretty ass, Laylah say she got the lo
John from the yo and I ain't even know
Stay with lul8 that the shots in his pole
I'm calling chase for a play bank sitting on a hold
40 Degrees with a glock in the coat
She on our dick put on lock on your hoe

My bitch get to tripping I need a replacement, uh, and I'm thuggin' with Jason
Straight out the bank get to countin' up faces
Nike the ski 'cause my shooters be faceless
Cut the bitch off he a backdoor agent
Prop guns all these opp niggas be faking
Been on my grind now I need a vacation
Throw up the white flag GMG nation

Summer time wrist still frozen
Skinny ass niggas ain't getting no motion
Pretty ass, Laylah say she got the lo
John from the yo and I ain't even know
Stay with lul8 that the shots in his pole
I'm calling chase for a play bank sitting on a hold
40 Degrees with a glock in the coat
She on our dick put on lock on your hoe

I get to trippin' like (Uh)
Niggas gon stand on they busines
Niggas be mad when I'm winning
Fuck your opinion you ain't even it it
Play with the drugs now I feel like a chemist
I keep a stick even if I'm a felon
Working my pay getting better and better
And we serving these fiends
If he play with my cheddar we gob blow his brains out like splatt

Fucking your bitch from the back
Niggas know I'm the real Heim I don't never got to act
Pussy get hit with this mac, bet not let me find out where you at
My bitch on blue she in the cut, she rocking indigo
Bet not let me find you tho, I'm stacking bread E serving dope
Got no cape so why would I go serve a hoe (RJ Banks on the beat)

Say what up
Come get your work for what's it's worth bitch
Big GMG put you down in the earth
Can't run from this curse (G26 that's a true crime pole)
(Big GMG make a nigga lay low)

These pussy nigga be internet gangsters
Got a couple felons riding on my side
Can't have a stick but still clutching fire
And we killing ourselves like we color blind
Thot bitches fuck up my apatite
Measure my cup pour half a sprite
Opp niggas swear they don't do it for likes
On they block we go bowling we catchin' a strike

Summer time wrist still frozen
Skinny ass niggas ain't getting no motion
Pretty ass, Laylah say she got the lo
John from the yo and I ain't even know
Stay with lul8 that the shots in his pole
I'm calling chase for a play bank sitting on a hold
40 Degrees with a glock in the coat
She on our dick put on lock on your hoe