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In Gee We Trust Video (MV)




Performed By: Fredo Bang
Length: 2:04
Written by: Fredrick Givens




Fredo Bang - In Gee We Trust Lyrics
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Tryna put one in a coffin, every time I go back to the hood, yeah
First time I walked a nigga down was in Nikes
I'm traumatized by the blood in the white tees
Told the Lord protect me from what I can't see, ayy
I've been payin' for my sins with these felonies
They been dissin', I been focused on a better me
Rappers act like they want smoke but really scared of me
My ex tried to move on, can't find another me

Ya heard, but me most of these niggas scared of a nigga, man
You see a nigga, you put your f*ckin' head down, nigga
And I could be by myself and you could be with a thousand niggas, man
Yeah, for real, nigga

I keep my heart up in my chest and keep my hand on my metal
Ain't nobody give me shi,t I had to get it together
I told Dolly 'bout my life, she left me cold with no sweater
How you gon' look down on my ex but you ain't treat me no better
I put my gang up on my back, bitch, you should thank me
I know some people that I love who hate they ain't me
Some niggas wan' be my right hand but they ain't Gee
I drop a tear every time I see your babies

Ya, them niggas bullshit
They got niggas who work them
Don't nobody run nobody over here, nigga
Everybody bosses, nigga
Ya nothin' but bosses over here, nigga
You bitch ass niggas be lookin' up to niggas
'Cause they got money and shit, man
Y'all think that shit real, that shit don't make no nigga real, man
'Cause a nigga got money, man, these niggas be raised and everything with paper, nigga
The most pussiest niggas out here got paper, man
They got a million rats with money and y'all respect them niggas
I can't respect that shit, son
I just can't feel that shit, man

I been spinnin' in them rentals, run my tab up
And I been poppin' Percs, I gave the tabs up
Catch 'em up in traffic, do a nigga nasty
Bitch, it ain't a game, you can go and pick your casket

They got them dick in the booty-ass niggas
One month you got on a TBG shirt
One month you got on a YFN shirt
One month you got on a NBA shirt
One month you run from your partners
YMM shirt
Grown ass, character ass, fake ass
Bitch ass
Where you niggas come from? You're gonna embarrass your children
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Tryna put one in a coffin, every time I go back to the hood, yeah
First time I walked a nigga down was in Nikes
I'm traumatized by the blood in the white tees
Told the Lord protect me from what I can't see, ayy
I've been payin' for my sins with these felonies
They been dissin', I been focused on a better me
Rappers act like they want smoke but really scared of me
My ex tried to move on, can't find another me

Ya heard, but me most of these niggas scared of a nigga, man
You see a nigga, you put your f*ckin' head down, nigga
And I could be by myself and you could be with a thousand niggas, man
Yeah, for real, nigga

I keep my heart up in my chest and keep my hand on my metal
Ain't nobody give me shi,t I had to get it together
I told Dolly 'bout my life, she left me cold with no sweater
How you gon' look down on my ex but you ain't treat me no better
I put my gang up on my back, bitch, you should thank me
I know some people that I love who hate they ain't me
Some niggas wan' be my right hand but they ain't Gee
I drop a tear every time I see your babies

Ya, them niggas bullshit
They got niggas who work them
Don't nobody run nobody over here, nigga
Everybody bosses, nigga
Ya nothin' but bosses over here, nigga
You bitch ass niggas be lookin' up to niggas
'Cause they got money and shit, man
Y'all think that shit real, that shit don't make no nigga real, man
'Cause a nigga got money, man, these niggas be raised and everything with paper, nigga
The most pussiest niggas out here got paper, man
They got a million rats with money and y'all respect them niggas
I can't respect that shit, son
I just can't feel that shit, man

I been spinnin' in them rentals, run my tab up
And I been poppin' Percs, I gave the tabs up
Catch 'em up in traffic, do a nigga nasty
Bitch, it ain't a game, you can go and pick your casket

They got them dick in the booty-ass niggas
One month you got on a TBG shirt
One month you got on a YFN shirt
One month you got on a NBA shirt
One month you run from your partners
YMM shirt
Grown ass, character ass, fake ass
Bitch ass
Where you niggas come from? You're gonna embarrass your children
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Writer: Fredrick Givens
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