556 (Green Tip) (Spotem G-Mix)

(Ayy, bitch, I'm groovy) (He ain't no blood, he ain't this, he ain't that) (one and only) (He ain't a mac, too) (Sayin' this and that) (Bitch, it's gon' get him clapped too) (I be like, uh, bitch, uh) I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too Oh, he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you Oh, he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too Ridin' with a big Mac, bitch this ain't no fast food I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules That boy sweet as hell, why you think he stayed in school? I used to bang it out with opps, the police take my tool I be like fuck the wannabes they be like, "Jace, a fool" It ain't shit to get her on her knees, all I gotta do is keep it cool Ayy, who is he? (who is he?) I like green tip .556 my ARPs I like pourin' Tris, fuckin' hoes and throwin' C's (bitch) She love D'usse, shakin' ass and love smokin' my weed I used to post up on that block, fifty cent for a single I ain't had no weed The i8 I'm in it came with no keys She want me save her bitch I ain't Christopher Reeves Say she a slut then she get slutted I get my nut and then I leave I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too Oh, he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you Oh, he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (nigga) Skrr skrr skrr, I done fucked the bowl up That bitch told me hol' up Too fast I might throw up I been in the fast lane, I been rolling doja These niggas fruit cakes, niggas they big sojas Don't push me to the edge 'cause I'm gettin' closer And you I can't like that 'cause your heart on your shoulder I'm dripping in Chanel today, that's the motive I might go drip Louis V for the culture I done poured a 4 in my two liter soda, soda Jump out put the blicks to ya shit fuck ya over Reload the mag, hop out do 'em bad then it's over That street sweeper big bitch, it's a bulldozer I'm talkin' green tip .556 and a blick too Oh, he lacked? Blick him, blick him, blick you Oh, he on that shit too, I used to hit licks too Nigga shot a K at me, okay but he missed too He ain't this, he ain't that He ain't a blood he ain't a Makk He be sayin' this and that, it's gon' get him clapped too (one and only) Ridin' with a big mac, bitch this ain't no fast food I just shot a foul ball, it's good because I made the rules (nigga)