Correction Lyrics G23 by Yung Raise

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Don't get close
G23 we f**k up your b*t*h and shoot up your hoe
Tie you up in the back seat boy you'll never get home
Y’all better lay low b*t*h don't pick up the phone
Keeping my Glock around me motherf**king shoot and reload
Don’t get close
Boyschoirboys we drippy you know
Everything Rick and Balenci’ I’m dripping from head to the toe
Y'all better lay low b*t*h don't pick up the phone
Keeping my Glock around me motherf**king shoot and reload

They always talking behind said I’m the mystery
I am your god, I am your father and now I’m just making the history
I pop a bag y’all looking sad but I got no friends in the industry
Throw up the sign b, motherf**kers you know now who got the victory

Y’all never visit me low key y’all peeping me
Back in the day I’m sniffing it, hitting it
Now I’m just tripping and tripping and tripping and getting your b*t*h a 925 Tiffany

Wait, hold up
Prada pants form Italy
Now they put me on the board
But I really hate the boundaries

Boy you ain’t from the hood
Step in if you could
Step in if you cool
Step in if we good
(Boyschoirboys the sh*t motherf**kers ain't bout that)
(Chigga what you saying, yeah yeah yeah for real for real)

Icy, I needa sip with the ice
聽講你don’t even like me, pu**y a** b*t*h wanna fight
Yeah I’ma slide in, hop on the mic I go psyche
Sh*t with the spike, you know we don’t look alike and my b gon’ hit the pipe

Back in the days I’m paranoid
Shoot with the Spectra polaroid
We in the street with all the boys
How you gon’ keep it motherf**kers tripping

Ain't got no time for making noise
Cashing out we in the mall
Ig睇緊@skatetomorrow
B-loody they can’t go wrong

Straight pulling up to LA
I'm in the town low key I'm grinding
He got the tat on the face
Can tell he trying but only we shine
They only copy and paste
Chigga they clown chigga they fake
They f**k around they wanna chase
I step on the stage and shout out my mama
Rocking that H2O yes I’m sipping that FIJI FIJI
I’ma just take 2 hoes and they going litty litty
And they way too low so I make them disappear
Told you better lay low now them chiggas dropping tears

Don't get close
Tie you up in the back seat boy you'll never get home
Y’all better lay low b*t*h don't pick up the phone
Keeping my Glock around me motherf**king shoot and reload
Don’t get close
Boyschoirboys we drippy you know
Everything Rick and Balenci’ I’m dripping from head to the toe
Y'all better lay low b*t*h don't pick up the phone
Keeping my Glock around me motherf**king shoot and reload

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