More songs by G-Eazy
Description
Main Artist: Hansum Rell
Main Artist: G-Eazy
Producer: Tane Sheesh
Lyricist: Gerell Haynes
Composer: Gerell Haynes
Lyricist: Gerald Gillum
Composer: Gerald Gillum
Lyrics and translation
Original
I think that was cool.
Let's talk about two people that know exactly what the fuck they're doing.
Don't play with me. Let's run it.
On my Juwell Santana, there she go, hear the whistles. Shoot my shot like Klay, sixty off eleven dribbles.
Vicious, having sex listening to Sex Pistols.
Sunny day in Silver Lake, she's charging up her crystals. This industry's been good to G. I bought a few houses, a few vehicles.
Gotta trust your gut, read the signs and the signals.
I got that dog in me, energy of two pitbulls. If it's real, then tattoo my initials.
Blaze it from the back with my thumbs on her back dimples. A real sex symbol, I always got it.
I send her ass home with my palm prints on it, uh. Moving presidential with no MAGA hats.
We in back to back, back to back, back to back Cadillacs.
Everything is black on black, uh. Caviar for breakfast, but I used to do the Apple Jacks.
The real recognize real, we spot the imposter. Could tell by your posture, you're sour, you lost her.
Grouchy, you're trash, should be crewmates with Oscar. Everybody knows I'm a mother-
You gotta have a heart as cold as February. Qualities that's necessary.
Put the money first, then everything else becomes secondary. Ever since a baby boy,
I knew that I'd be legendary.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown, but you could -never carry this weight.
-It's not breaking news, you can't dress up the function. It's not breaking news, we don't know you, we don't trust you.
It's not breaking news, I don't know you, where you come from?
Something, something, something, something, something, say something.
It's not breaking news, you can't dress up the function.
It's not breaking news, we don't know you, we don't trust you. It's not breaking news, I don't know you, where you come from?
Something, something, something, something, -something, say something.
-Uh, you're talking to the dope boy of the year. I wave my wrist, that shit look like a chandelier. I made millions off of
Britney Spears. I mean, G did too, we ain't talking the same career.
If rap don't work, got fiends calling. I looked up to El Chapo before Jordan.
I can't front, I'm one hell of a guy. Check my drip when I walk, boy, I'm pelican fly.
I had dreams of fucking an R&B chick. It might be Alicia Keys when she done with
Swizz. I'm in my S680 bumping Jadakiss.
Reminisce, you ain't never heard a nigga hot as this. Three-story cribs, couple foreign whips.
Dominican and Haitian, that's my foreign chick. I let these two chicks share me at the Marriott.
Got them painting on my body just like it's Basquiat.
My boy G saw the vision like that group Total. While I'm trying to get my sons together like I'm Frank Vogel.
The hottest in the city, get used to my name.
I came with my own shit, I really do this -thing.
-It's not breaking news, you can't dress up the function. It's not breaking news, we don't know you, we don't trust you.
It's not breaking news, I don't know you, where you come from?
Something, something, something, something, something, say something.
It's not breaking news, you can't dress up the function.
It's not breaking news, we don't know you, we don't trust you. It's not breaking news, I don't know you, where you come from?
Something, something, something, something, something, say something.