Say You G (feat. NSG Hollywood) Video (MV)

Say you G but I know all you pussies do is t-t-talk
Talk, s-s-say you G but I know all you p-p-pussies do is talk
Yea, Yung Karo in this bitch, you know what it is bruh
Ayy, yeah

Beef with me and now that bitch's life a lost cause
Sippin' Act', a pussy sippin' on some Popov
Leave a bag, another rack, I make a drop off
Bitch, f*ck it, cop a Bimmer, chop the top off
I ain't cut it, flip coke, you probably sell chalk
Tuck a 9 up on me when I hear the door knock
Took a rock up out a pack, he put it in his sock
Say you G but I know all you pussies do is talk

Broke bitches dime a dozen, need a rich hoe
Cop another 9, bitch I pull up in akimbo
2 Woods, hot box it, crack a window
Karo in the clouds that bitch stuck up in a limbo
Make a track, spit a fact, a rack materialize
Double T hit my line, said he needed more supply
Ain't gon' chase a bitch, chasin' bread, ain't talkin' rye
When she suck my dick I made her look me in the eye
That bitch try to test me, drop her, hit the next one
Cop a Hemi, drop a bag until the check done
Ho a bitch, I bet she barely give you neck, huh
Wanted beef, I told him pull up, rain check once
Lil bitch, might just pull up in a Hellcat
Lil bitch, tryna find out where my belt at
No snitch, I ain't frontin', ion tell that
New brick, cut it, might just run a bale pack

Beef with me and now that bitch's life a lost cause
Sippin' Act', a pussy sippin' on some Popov
Leave a bag, another rack, I make a drop off
Bitch, f*ck it, cop a Bimmer, chop the top off
I ain't cut it, flip coke, you probably sell chalk
Tuck a 9 up on me when I hear the door knock
Took a rock up out a pack, he put it in his sock
Say you G but I know all you pussies do is talk

He talk that gangster talk, there's no way he ain't bout shit
I'm from New York, you gotta grab a pack and get a grip
And I find it crazy how she dump me, now she on my dick
And I had to learn my way around the game to make it flip
Never made the team, I made a touchdown with the package
Always on a scheme, just tryna bust a play off like I'm Mannin'
I'm moving grimy, probably take it from you out your jacket
I turn that countin' to a habit, ion know what happened
And I fell in love with gettin' money, it's just so relaxin'
I had to drive her to the East over in Manhattan
I been f*ckin' the baddest hoes and my money stackin'
And I took that flight up out to Cali, first I had to tap in
I got a bitch that came from London and she got a accent
And we made a movie on a phone, I ain't do no actin'
Don't need no pen, that's off the dome, ion do no cappin'
I got my bread up, I was gone, I knew how to stack it

Beef with me and now that bitch's life a lost cause
Sippin' Act', a pussy sippin' on some Popov
Leave a bag, another rack, I make a drop off
Bitch, f*ck it, cop a Bimmer, chop the top off
I ain't cut it, flip coke, you probably sell chalk
Tuck a 9 up on me when I hear the door knock
Took a rock up out a pack, he put it in his sock
Say you G but I know all you pussies do is talk

Say you G but I know all you pussies do is t-t-talk
Talk, s-s-say you G but I know all you p-p-pussies do is talk
Say you G but I know all you pussies do is t-t-talk
Talk, s-s-say you G but I know all you p-p-pussies do is talk