"intro" lyrics

G.I.R., reporting for duty! (Yeah, I know I'm out of—)
Gir? What does the G stand for? (Uh)
I don't know!

Yeah, I know I'm out of key
Know a couple niggas and they came for the golden key
Tell shorty stop hitting me up, she annoying me
Yeah, I walk up out the store and I got something to eat
Yeah, I walk up out the store and I got something to eat
You talking bout how you got sons but you a son of me
I like Tampico, I don't really like the Sunny D
Think you got what it takes, well, boy, you funny, B
Got my bands up, yeah, I'm getting money, bitch
I bought you this bag, so you gotta love me, bitch
Slime a nigga, I'ma leave his nose runny, bitch
I see you backing out the knife, you better not try to cut me, bitch
And, yeah, I'm getting— and, yeah, I'm getting rich, boy
And, yeah, you just a— and, yeah, you just a bitch, boy
Pull up on a nigga, I'ma pull up to his crib, boy
Hell yeah, I'ma— hell yeah, I'ma bring the stick out
Whip my dick out then I'ma put it in this bitch mouth
If you my mans, I swear we goin' up, you better not bitch out
And I got the drop, I don't gotta ask which house
Me and Tenkay pulling up, you know we bumping witch house
She like, "Hey, Xavier, please put your dick in me"
I know I'ma go up, hell yeah, I got it in me
I'ma go far and I'ma take my bros with me
And I'm wood grain gripping like I'm Yung Simmie
Walk up in the party with a couple drugs in me