G Sh*t - Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)/TI

Written by：Young Jeezy

I'm a rich ni**a like I don't know

I can change if I wan a but I won't though

Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road

Real talk from the heart what I'm known for

Skinny jeans I don't do those

I'm the starter sub par ought a shoot for

Fully automatic chopper you could shoot though

Now I'm moving five mil when I shoot dough

Audemar hu blot

One point five on the two do'

Old hustle new flow

Old money new ho

Suckers praying I'm a chill but I'm too cold

Long as I'm around f**k they need you for

Riding in the ch every toting three bricks

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

This is for the gangsters for the pimps and hoes

This is for the d**e boy trappers selling halves and hoes

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

They want g sh*t give it to em

They want g sh*t give it to em

I'm the one to give it to em

If you don't know me let me tell you something shawty

Still got them choppers make you run from it

Camouflage dog tag

Got em following when you see me better haul a**

Keep it g at all costs what you call that

Crack rock hip hop I done all that

Certified trap ni**a sucker fall back

A broke ni**a he may entertain all that

All left field keep it true ni**a

Save the flash in the dance for a new ni**a

Keep speaking for the ones who ain't got a voice

Kill em dead only when they leave no other choice

How I see it if you ain't down to die bout it

Don't waste my time slime why the f**k we talking about it

Still riding in the ch every toting three bricks

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

G sh*t get to

I wanna g sh*t

Now what the f**k is an ounce we smoking bout an lb

We don't even do the nine sell it by the whole ki

And I'm a take this sh*t to trial they got nothing on me

They be on the champagne b**ch I'm bout to o do

Got a bag full of birds and motherf**kers getting robbed

Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault

Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things

Young ni**a hit the club with the twenty unchanged

When jay was beefing with as I was selling coc*ine

When game was beefing with 50 I was doing the same thing

I was at the hospital ni**a meechy got shot

F**k you niggas talking bout I love that ni**a like ac

Now you get you ni**a

You for love you niggas home

Is for lot down

Keep speaking has go

Since nobody wanna make g sh*t

G sh*t I wanna g sh*t to

I wanna g sh*t to

I wanna g sh*t to

I wanna g sh*t to