Tag: Young Gerald


Eminem – Killshot lyrics


You sound like a bitch, bitch
Shut the fuck up
When your fans become your haters
You done?
Fuck, your beard’s weird
Alright
You yellin’ at the mic, you weird beard
We doin’ this once
You yellin’ at the mic, your beard’s weird, why you yellin’ at the mic?

Rihanna just hit me on the text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I’m perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next, damn
I’m really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son, listen, man, Dad isn’t mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun and have a man bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you’re Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, “Woo”
So before you die let’s see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim, you’re old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I’m 45 and I’m still outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let’s talk about somethin’ I don’t really do
Go in someone’s daughter’s mouth stealin’ food
But you’re a fuckin’ mole hill, now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin’ like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? bitch, you ain’t a bow and arrow
Say you’ll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin’ lead (brrt)
Playin’ dead, that’s the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal… or oatmeal?
What the fuck’s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
‘Cause I’m takin’ a shit in ’em, Kelly, I need reading material
…Dictionary…
Yo Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery, oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops, know your facts before you come at me, lil’ goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch?
Yeah, I had enough money in ’02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you’re the whack me
It’s funny, but so true
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
‘Til I’m hitting old age still can fill a whole page with a ten-year-old’s rage
Got more fans than you in your own city, lil’ kiddy
Go play, feel like I’m babysitting Lil Tay
Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
Shootin’ a video just to fuckin’ dig your own grave
Got you at your own wake, I’m the billy goat
You ain’t never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
Next to Taylor Swift, and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
Kelly, they’ll be putting your name
Next to Ja, next to Benzino, die, motherfucker
Like the last motherfucker sayin’ Hailie in vain
Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
My biggest flops are your greatest hits
The game’s mine again and ain’t nothin’ changed but the locks
So before I slay this bitch, mwah, give Jade a kiss
Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
Bein’ rich-shamed by some prick usin’ my name for clickbait
In a state of bliss ’cause I said his goddamn name
Now I gotta cock back, aim, yeah, bitch, pop champagne to this (pop)
It’s your moment, this is it
As big as you’re gonna get, so enjoy it
Had to give you a career to destroy it
Lethal injection, go to sleep six feet deep
I’ll give you a B for the effort, but if I was three
Foot 11, you’d look up to me, and for the record
You would suck a dick to fuckin’ be me for a second
Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
Give your life to be as solidified
This mothafuckin’ shit is like Rambo when he’s out of bullets
So what good is a fuckin’ machine gun when it’s out of ammo?
Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
How the fuck can him and I battle?
He’ll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
I’ll give him my sandals
‘Cause he knows long as I’m Shady, he’s gon’ have to live in my shadow
Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me
You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
You’re fuckin’ salty ’cause Young Gerald’s balls-deep inside of Halsey
Your red sweater, your black leather
You dress better, I rap better
That a death threat or a love letter?
Little white toothpick
Thinks it’s over a pic, I just don’t like you, prick
Thanks for dissing me
Now I had an excuse on the mic to write “Not Alike”
But really, I don’t care who’s in the right
But you’re losin’ the fight you picked
Who else want it, Kells?
Attempt fails, Budden, L’s
Fuckin’ nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
Killshot, I will not fail, I’m with the Doc still
But this idiot’s boss pops pills and tells him he’s got skills
But Kells, the day you put out a hit’s the day Diddy admits
That he put the hit out that got Pac killed, ah
I’m sick of you bein’ whack
And still usin’ that mothafuckin’ AutoTune, so let’s talk about it (let’s talk about it)
I’m sick of your mumble rap mouth
Need to get the cock up out it before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
I’m sick of your blonde hair and earrings
Just ’cause you look in the mirror and think that you’re Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
Don’t mean you are, and you’re not about it
So just leave my dick in your mouth, and keep my daughter out it

You fuckin’… oh
And I’m just playin’, Diddy, you know I love you


G-Eazy – Power lyrics


(feat. Nef The Pharaoh & P-Lo)

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Ooh, I’m high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Will it go to my head?
I’m Percin’, takin’ Henny to the head
Keep a model in my bed
She want to fuck, I’d rather get bossed up instead
And since ’06 I been stuck to this bread like it’s numbers on my hand
I can’t get it off me
I’m too damn saucy, your girlfriend boss me
Coulda bought a house with what that new whip cost me
To do it this big, man, the job is exhaustin’
Be careful, this is not for everyone
Off the medicine, goin’ hella dumb
My bitch got replaced when I found a better one
I’m straight to the point, I just go and get ‘er done
I pull up, lookin’ like the Dark Knight
I’m dipped in off-white, I’m probably off white
It’s Heem in my system, we party all night
It’s M’s in my bank, my grandkids be alright

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Ooh, I’m high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power

[Verse 2: Nef The Pharoah]
First Summer Jam I did I had to hop in the crowd
I’m power hungry, I’m addicted, ain’t no stoppin’ me now
Bay-Area president, and they didn’t have to elect you
Come second, fake ass niggas be half ass steppin’
G tapped me like “Nef, you want to do a verse?”
“What’s the topic?” He said “Power,” hey, man, church
P-Lo on the beat, bass hit ’em where it hurts
Any obstacle they said I couldn’t do, I conquered
Shoutout to the sponsors, keep me looking fresh at concerts
Sick with it, monster, my presence is an honor
Motherfuck your honor, free my real niggas that’s locked up
I invest in stocks now, I done got my guap up
I admit that I’m power hot
Slap the Benz in power drive
You don’t got no power ’cause your pussy dry
When I was dead broke, you ain’t even say “Hi”

[Chorus: P-Lo]
Ooh, I’m high off the power
Ooh, she gone off the powder
Ooh, she want it up louder
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
I’m on the road to riches, and I got power steering
There’s nobody like me, you can stop comparin’
I don’t gotta say it twice, you got perfect hearing
Spendin’ cash all day, I skrt skrt McLaren (yeah)
And that’s a quarter million on four wheels
If you the best alive, then it means I’m on your heels
Before the year’s over, I’m closing out more deals
I been through it all, man, I tell you how war feels
Top’s the only place for me, that’s where I live at
And your flow is garbage, like “damn, what is that?”
You’re supposed to take over, oh, I must have missed that
A bitch with no money is what I really get pissed at
Yeah, Young Gerald, Neffy and P-Lo
Young legends from the Bay, it’s a powerful trio
Swear the pyramid building is the size of my ego
Young rockstars like I lived the life of a Beatle (yee)

[Chorus: P-Lo & G-Eaz]
Ooh, I’m high off the power (yuh)
Ooh, she gone off the powder (yuh)
Ooh, she want it up louder (yuh)
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power (yee)
Yeah, yeah, I’m high off the power


G-EAZY – Charles Brown lyrics


[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Sometimes I gotta be dolo alone, just walkin’ around
Young Gerald, young Charlie Brown
Some sh*t’s better to keep to yourself than say aloud
Some sh*t you see and they don’t, so I simply jot it down
It was written, had the vision as a youth that I would make it here one day
A flight to the top, cop a one-way
But looking out the window on the subway, 16, slapping Mac Dre
Somehow I always knew it’d be that way
I felt this so clear it’s like a rode a time machine and I saw it
I paint the picture and draw it, I fold it up in my wallet
Keep it with me everywhere I go just as a reminder
Told myself every time I get discouraged or tired
I got greatness inside of me
I go against the greats until they tired of me
I’ve heard it all, nothing surprises me
See, I’m the one, I’m the anomaly
But never mind me, I’ll just be up over here killing ’em quietly
You know?

[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know

[Interlude: G-Eazy]
Yeah, and I heard ’em say
Nothing’s ever promised, tomorrow or today
From the Bay, like 40 and Dre
So Imma do it in a major way
I said, I heard ’em say
Nothing’s ever promised, tomorrow or today
From the Bay, like 40 and Dre
Chasing dreams, it’s the only way

[Verse 2: E-40]
I’m still here, remember these lyrics
And when I’m dead and gone, I’ll be there in spirit
Don’t let ’em run my name in the mud, don’t let ’em smear it
Just pour some Rossi out, go ahead and tear it
One of a kind, no copy
Tell your grandchildren’s children ’bout me
Tell ’em I was the illest
Let ’em know I spit the realest
Went from pennies and nickels to large amounts
Kept it in the hood, where it counts
Never was them, always was him
Had to prove myself, time and time again
Just when they thought it was it, he back with another hit
We brought the Bay to the rest of the world (who was it?)
E-40 and Gerald

[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know

[Verse 3: G-Eazy]
So where I go from here?
I did the most you could possibly pack into a year
Now I can either fall off and completely disappear
Or, I can move up to the highest tier
Conversations with Gerald, standing in front the mirror
Ask myself like “Fuck the bullsh*t, what you really fear?”
We all want to be understood, hope they hear us clear
But that sh*t never happens everywhere
So I just do me on my “f*ck the world” sh*t
I’m riding through the town listening to Earl’s sh*t
Been trying to lift the Bay up, I could probably curl it
I learn from the legends, they tell me “you’re it”
So I always maintain and try to stay sane
But, just do you, give a f*ck what they sayin’
We artists are all alike, we feel the same pain
You want the whole world? You want the same thing

[Chorus: Jay Ant]
Trying to know what the future holds
But it ain’t for you to know
I treat my self like the usual
But it ain’t for you to know
I’m thinkin’ clear, never losin’ hope
But it ain’t for you to know
Tell myself like usual
But it ain’t for you to know


Statik Selektah – Ain’t A Damn Thing Change (feat. G-Eazy & Joey Bada$$)


[Intro: Enisa]
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Statik Selektah
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Statik I got you
Young Gerald
Living fast as a bullet straight out a gun barrel
And almost size headers hands you hella unsterile
My career trajectory is the up arrow
FedEx knocking, droppin’ off platinum plaques
That’s two in a row, I’m doing back-to-backs
My new show prices going to the max
I need half a mil’, that’s without adding tax
Look at me shining, pressure made a Diamond
This shit came together with perfect timing
I still feel normal, but this shit isn’t common
The house was two million, and I’m still eating Ramen
I’m in the backyard like "What a view"
I never gave a fuck, this is nothing new
Fucking bitches, doing drugs, this is what I do
In the mirror told my self, "There’s not another you"

[Chorus: Enisa]
Though the money so loud
And the stage sold out
Ain’t a damn thing change
Now the birds come out
See them chirping ’round
Yeah they want a taste
See my day went well
Because I’m real like that
Won’t forget the days
I was dreaming hard
Yeah, I was born a star
Ain’t a damn thing change

[Post Chorus: Enisa & (Joey Bada$$)]
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta (Bad Mon!)
Ain’t a damn thing change

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Hold up, uh
Young Joseph
Steady climbing up the ladder, tryna to keep focus
These bitches’ asses getting fatter make me feel hopeless
With the Magnum open I just want the magnum opus Consequences of a gold [?] rapper with the chickens in the kitchen on the stove tryna trap us
Got a new crib to put my plaque up
By the time I get the gold one I know it’s going Platinum
Now they got a million and one questions to ask you
Got the world singing this song, could you imagine?
Pull up on the scene and the ladies get old fashioned
I’m up to flash the lights. camera, action
And the only law that I know is the law of attraction
So when it comes to [?] I just sit [?]
With the words and the melody
Fuck what you telling me
Nothing really changed ’bout my [?] celebrity

[Chorus: Enisa]
Though the money so loud
And the stage sold out
Ain’t a damn thing change
Now the birds come out
See them chirping ’round
Yeah they want a taste
See my day went well
Because I’m real like that
Won’t forget the days
I was dreaming hard
Yeah, I was born a star
Ain’t a damn thing change

[Post Chorus: Enisa]
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change
Sha-ba-da-ba-di-ta
Ain’t a damn thing change


Philthy Rich – Make A Living (Remix) (feat. G-Eazy & Iamsu!)


[Intro: IamSu!]
She gotta have some money she could spend on
I made this beat
Shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Look, me and Su run the same chicks
East Oakland to the Rich no look assist
Curry for the three in the clutch time
In high school you was eatin’ free in the lunch line (broke nigga)
Your main bitch in my DM (is that right?)
She said she like the candy paint on my BM (foreign)
Single baby mother like Blacc Chyna (like Blacc Chyna)
Fuck her so good make her forget Tyga
Break your main bitch, Heart-Heartbreak Gang
She covered up the tattoo of her baby daddy name (lame nigga)
A hundred thousand large on my rockstars
I done come a long way from duckin’ cop cars

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]
I put a new McLaren in my driveway (skrrt, skrrt)
There’s no cell service up where I stay
Some M’s in the bank what they all say
She just want dick, a new purse, and a latte
I got her, now she just wanna hold me again
Attracted to all this gold on my skin
They say, "Boy, you rappin’ like the old Eminem"
This took me 5 minutes, I’m just phonin’ it in
Listen, once I live this way, I can never switch
In my 20’s but I’m livin’ like I’m Richie Rich
5 star dinners, you can order any dish
Young Gerald, young Suzie, young Philty Rich

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on

[Verse 3: IamSu!]
Big Suwop got bops on deck
In the penthouse gettin’ top to the neck
I’m just tryna make a little money, can you feel me?
She was fuckin’ with me now she play for Team Philthy
Now she got the Heartbreak tatted on her
She ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money so I catted on her
Took her out her element, she hit the panic button
Renegade alert, my homies get it out her purse
All I do is live it then I put it in reverse
I be killin’ everything, I needa buy a hearse
This shit is not rehearsed, it’s realer than you know
We could fly wherever, baby, where you tryna go? Let’s get it

[Hook: IamSu!]
You just gotta tell me what you into
We could take a trip and bring your friends too
I’ll do this shit forever if I wanted
You just gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta have some money you could spend on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just gotta have some money you could spend on


G-Eazy – Bone Marrow (feat. Danny Seth)


[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah
The British are here
The Bay is here, you know?

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne, that’s my new thing
Black on black on black on black down to the shoe string
Yo bitch call me daddy, daddy, that’s my new name
Acid rafter, all aboard like a choo-train
You and I are not the same
Difference not a watch and chain
Difference is my DNA, so what you saying?
Leather pants and velvet shirts and VMA
I’m built for fame
Speeding fast so if I see you in my way
I’ll switch my lane, vroom
Realest in the room
Been real since the womb
Till I’m in the tomb
If I take your bitch, then that pussy doomed
Eat it like a spoon
Your bitch coming soon
Like a motion picture
Listen if I’m smokin whicha
Then we gettin’ fucked up all night
Tell me when that dope has hit you, yeah
Party and you see how late it is
You gon’ find out my definition of what faded is
Young Gerald

[Hook: G-Eazy]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?"

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Five years too deep
Two birds, one seat
Two girls, one butt
This dick ain’t free
In the hills, so steep
Need the mills like a mink
And I come out on top, your career crappy
In her mouth like a cheap
Skipped the bitch like a beat
Smoke cocaine, drink, then repeat
I ain’t slept about like a week
See this lifestyle ain’t cheap
But when I pop up it’s free
Tell all of my brothers we all in the section
But trust me this section isn’t on me
See the flower, I done did it
Poppin’ off like prescription
Killed the beat, she the witness
Call me jack how I rip this
Poker cards how I flip this
Your main hoe is my fitness
I like her stick-thin and titless
I pray I make right decisions
‘Cause if I left they’d be trippin’
Without a suit I make business
Forced out to cash lyrics
Fuck the fame, man, I lived it
I’m blowin’ up like a chimney
Skinny white boy from Britain
I rep my ends ‘til I’m riddance

[Hook: Danny Seth]
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I wanna do is fuck and take a xanny
They say "You a fool man, what’s wrong with Danny?"

[Verse 3: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
See I’m a simple person, I like to drink my Bourbon
The most interesting man alive but I’m a different version
You see, I been determined, it’s a wrap like a turban
I’m gettin’ to the money, you’re washed up like dish detergent
Pulled up with her skirt off, ugh leave here with her clothes off
On shit like a [?], I’m the one that you heard of
Talk shit, get burned off, being broke is a turn off
Keep spittin’ fire, the temp is high like I got my shirt off
The cap is off of these bottles, diCaprio to these models
The phone’s out when we’re partying
I’ve had enough of these problems
The British come and I wander
I fuck tens, I bought ’em
Cocaine and these models
And that’s the first one brother
Yeah, okay, every day my stock inclines
I don’t see no stopping signs
Some model bitches choppin’ lines
Choppin’ lines, this is gettin’ common, it’s a hobby, I’m…
I’m partying like every night, do this shit until we die

[Hook: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say "You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?"


G-Eazy – Bone Marrow


[Intro: G-Eazy]
Yeah
The British are here
The Bay is here, you know?

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne, that’s my new thing
Black on black on black on black down to the shoe string
Yo bitch call me daddy, daddy, that’s my new name
Acid rafter, all aboard like a choo-train
You and I are not the same
Difference not a watch and chain
Difference is my DNA, so what you saying?
Leather pants and velvet shirts and VMA
I’m built for fame
Speeding fast so if I see you in my way
I’ll switch my lane, vroom
Realest in the room
Been real since the womb
Till I’m in the tomb
If I take your bitch, then that pussy doomed
Eat it like a spoon
Your bitch coming soon
Like a motion picture
Listen if I’m smokin whicha
Then we gettin’ fucked up all night
Tell me when that dope has hit you, yeah
Party and you see how late it is
You gon’ find out my definition of what faded is
Young Gerald

[Hook: G-Eazy]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say “You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?”

[Verse 2: Danny Seth]
Five years too deep
Two birds, one seat
Two girls, one butt
This dick ain’t free
In the hills, so steep
Need the mills like a mink
And I come out on top, your career crappy
In her mouth like a cheap
Skipped the bitch like a beat
Smoke cocaine, drink, then repeat
I ain’t slept about like a week
See this lifestyle ain’t cheap
But when I pop up it’s free
Tell all of my brothers we all in the section
But trust me this section isn’t on me
See the flower, I done did it
Poppin’ off like prescription
Killed the beat, she the witness
Call me jack how I rip this
Poker cards how I flip this
Your main hoe is my fitness
I like her stick-thin and titless
I pray I make right decisions
‘Cause if I left they’d be trippin’
Without a suit I make business
Forced out to cash lyrics
Fuck the fame, man, I lived it
I’m blowin’ up like a chimney
Skinny white boy from Britain
I rack my M’s ‘til I’m riddance

[Hook: Danny Seth]
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I wanna do is fuck and take a xanny
They say “You a fool man, what’s wrong with Danny?”

[Verse 3: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
See I’m a simple person, I like to drink my Bourbon
The most interesting man alive but I’m a different version
You see, I been determined, it’s a wrap like a turban
I’m gettin’ to the money, you’re washed up like dish detergent
Pulled up with her skirt off, ugh leave here with her clothes off
On shit like a [?], I’m the one that you heard of
Talk shit, get burned off, being broke is a turn off
Keep spittin’ fire, the temp is high like I got my shirt off
The cap is off of these bottles, diCaprio to these models
The phone’s out when we’re partying
I’ve had enough of these problems
The British come and I wander
I fuck tens, I bought ’em
Cocaine and these models
And that’s the first one brother
Yeah, okay, every day my stock inclines
I don’t see no stopping signs
Some model bitches choppin’ lines
Choppin’ lines, this is gettin’ common, it’s a hobby, I’m…
I’m partying like every night, do this shit until we die

[Hook: G-Eazy + Danny Seth]
Bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
Bitch I’m bad to the bone, yeah, the bone marrow
All I give a fuck about is that dinero
They say “You a fool boy, what’s wrong with Gerald?”




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