2g Wit It -

Ugh, I got it, the chronic, It’s all eyes on me baby

Ugh, I got it, the chronic, that’s why my eyes chinky

Now I was the corner of something and something street

Chillin at the spot where I know all my bitches be

Celine bag right here and that’s where I keep my heat

But I don’t never use it so its under the makeup sheets

We was just posted tryna find us a lick

You know what I mean, find us a trick

A sucker ass nigga tryna think with with his dick

That think he pulled him a bitch but homie don’t even trip

Because the girls in the trap are always hard

We start talking that trash you start using your card

And then the next thing that you know is you outta yo whip

Now don’t fuck with me boy this Nina pack a full clip, I’m 2 G Wit It

Yup, I’m 2 G Wit It

I’m 2 G Wit It

Like this millennium

I got bars, maybe too many of em

They mad, and that’s so silly of em

I turn em all red just like I’m hemoglobin

Now picture me rollin

Flossin a Benz on rims that are never stolen

Staying at this number one spot kinda like I’m frozen

You forever number two you fools, I’m the one that’s chosen

Like all this ass in these jeans I’m the one that’s holdin

If you catch me in a lineup believe me I’m never foldin

I might just flatten a bitch like tires rollin

For even approaching this microphone I’m controllin

See me on my grind, see me bout to shine

See me on some real shit, I’m really doin fine

See me on no gimmicks, see me doin me

If you see Nina Macc you will see I keep it G

I swear to GOD yo these…