"G-Route" lyrics
(feat. Mozzy)
Cio
Ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
[Quin NFN:]
Move from the cave to the beach front
Still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route
They respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out
Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout
When it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up
We just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up
Knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us
It's nothin' they cand hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way
'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
I be kidnappin' cabbage, duffle baggin' it up
I got the Mossberg in the crib, could fill up gas with this punk (We on)
I pulled up, and they like, "Sir, please, put the bags in the trunk" (Let's do it)
I said, "The engine in the back, let's put the bags in the front (Come on)
See we was out there in the streets, the paper slow with the job
Drop the roof upon the Beam, I feel closer to God
I got a hoe but she like bitches, we might have a ménage
And I roll with the squad like fisherman, I'm exposin' the road
I shot the ground but never spoke it (We on)
It's my time and niggas know it (I promise)
Niggas propably think I'm coachin', how these plays get put in motion (We gone)
I can't help but I was chosen
We ain't movin' off emotion (At all)
All these diamonds got me frozen
Now I'm ballin' like DeRozan
I be feelin' like I'm Pac or like I'm Big or somethin'
Maybe even Snoop, I really smoked more dope than Wiz or somethin'
Call me Dr. Phil, a couple bills to take his kids [?]
I just play dumb, I'm numb but still act like I'm feelin' somethin', uh
Move from the cave to the beach front
Still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route
They respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out
Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout
When it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up
We just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up
Knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us
It's nothin' they cand hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way
'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
[Mozzy:]
Told you I'ma hold you down
Make the suckas tone it down
Ain't no more lil' bracelets on our wrists, we rockin' Rollies now
Gotta keep that pole around, this joker ran me forty thou', it's nothin' though
Forgis with the buttons on 'em
Know we finna get up on 'em
Gorilla that's on everythang, I'm tryna drop this hunnid on 'em
Opposition dressin' up, 'cause we just scored a bucket on 'em
Fuck 'em homie, bitch get on my nerves and I'ma fuck her homie
Niggas in the peen speakin' down, 'cause I nothin' for 'em
Lil' bro went down for that lil' homie, bitch I love you for it
Heard you got like thirty K to spend, bitch I'ma plug you for it
G-O-D, long as I'm in power, baby, we gon' eat
Everybody in my squad just ballin', nigga three on three
Forever in my favor if you fall off, you can lean on me
Got an altercation and it's gangsta, come get geeked for me
I got you dawg
Every trip I took, you know they dropped me off, I knocked it off
If you ain't 'bout NFN, nigga knock it off
[Quin NFN:]
Move from the cave to the beach front
Still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route
They respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out
Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout
When it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up
We just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up
Knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us
It's nothin' they cand hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way
'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
No, no
No, no
No-no
No-no
I'm fed up, no, no
No, no
Hmm, hmm
Ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
[Quin NFN:]
Move from the cave to the beach front
Still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route
They respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out
Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout
When it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up
We just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up
Knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us
It's nothin' they cand hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way
'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
I be kidnappin' cabbage, duffle baggin' it up
I got the Mossberg in the crib, could fill up gas with this punk (We on)
I pulled up, and they like, "Sir, please, put the bags in the trunk" (Let's do it)
I said, "The engine in the back, let's put the bags in the front (Come on)
See we was out there in the streets, the paper slow with the job
Drop the roof upon the Beam, I feel closer to God
I got a hoe but she like bitches, we might have a ménage
And I roll with the squad like fisherman, I'm exposin' the road
I shot the ground but never spoke it (We on)
It's my time and niggas know it (I promise)
Niggas propably think I'm coachin', how these plays get put in motion (We gone)
I can't help but I was chosen
We ain't movin' off emotion (At all)
All these diamonds got me frozen
Now I'm ballin' like DeRozan
I be feelin' like I'm Pac or like I'm Big or somethin'
Maybe even Snoop, I really smoked more dope than Wiz or somethin'
Call me Dr. Phil, a couple bills to take his kids [?]
I just play dumb, I'm numb but still act like I'm feelin' somethin', uh
Move from the cave to the beach front
Still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route
They respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out
Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout
When it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up
We just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up
Knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us
It's nothin' they cand hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way
'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
[Mozzy:]
Told you I'ma hold you down
Make the suckas tone it down
Ain't no more lil' bracelets on our wrists, we rockin' Rollies now
Gotta keep that pole around, this joker ran me forty thou', it's nothin' though
Forgis with the buttons on 'em
Know we finna get up on 'em
Gorilla that's on everythang, I'm tryna drop this hunnid on 'em
Opposition dressin' up, 'cause we just scored a bucket on 'em
Fuck 'em homie, bitch get on my nerves and I'ma fuck her homie
Niggas in the peen speakin' down, 'cause I nothin' for 'em
Lil' bro went down for that lil' homie, bitch I love you for it
Heard you got like thirty K to spend, bitch I'ma plug you for it
G-O-D, long as I'm in power, baby, we gon' eat
Everybody in my squad just ballin', nigga three on three
Forever in my favor if you fall off, you can lean on me
Got an altercation and it's gangsta, come get geeked for me
I got you dawg
Every trip I took, you know they dropped me off, I knocked it off
If you ain't 'bout NFN, nigga knock it off
[Quin NFN:]
Move from the cave to the beach front
Still tryna fly P's out
Thankin' God, I took the G route
They respect it, we don't need clout
Had to grind to get my tee out
Quin the MVP now, these niggas ain't 'bout what we 'bout
When it's cold, we bring the heat out
They killin' us with our hands up
We just tryna run our bands up
And I was taught to man up
Knock 'em down if niggas stand up
But they didn't understand us
It's nothin' they cand hand us
Lotta snakes get in the way
'Cause niggas hatin' that I ain't regular, I'm fed up
No, no
No, no
No-no
No-no
I'm fed up, no, no
No, no
Hmm, hmm
