Did You Get Yo Geez - JT The Bigga Figga

Playa P

Ay, what’s up, Figga, mayne?

What’s up, baby boy?

Aw man, I’m just chillin', mayne.

I heard you’re tryna get the grip

Aw man, I’m tryna get my muthafuckin' paper, baby boy

G’s after G’s happily

Yeah, you know what I’m sayin'

You know they can’t fade this GLP shit

Aw, nah, nah, nah

Hahaha, so what’s up, baby?

It goes down;

ay man, handle that though, bruh

Yeah, I’ma handle it, cousin

On a mission for the scrilla, these niggas be acting faulty

No game up inside their mind but these niggas be trying to cross me

But listen, what I be kickin' is strictly for those who flossin'

'Cause niggas be on the block be going broke and double crossing

When it’s related by power, the dollar’s always the issue

Accommodated by cowards but more than softer than tissue

My occupation’s confetti but then my fetti’s my focus

The GLP is the dopest so ain’t no way that you wrote this

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play

Paper chasing, 'bout my mackin' 'cause niggas be stacking paper

'Cause paper’s what everybody’s after, so check the final chapter

Disaster’s given 'cause niggas living on the wrong side

Y’all rising stop, four-deep to make it all right

What could they be doing, pursuing another scheme

'Cause suckers be serving dreams with triple beams and soda cream

A half a thang of cola with all the dips in 'em

From bank heists to Motorolas with the chips in 'em

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play

It’s getting critical, situation getting deeper

Multi-talented, poppin' like a street sweeper

Recognized by my foes and my enemies

Everybody little kids wants to be some GLP’s

We’s tighter than the next one, they flex some

Fully automatic player hater type of set guns

Check a punk if you break 'em off properly

Sideways to Boardwalk, '95 Monopoly

Ain’t no stoppin' me, once a player get to going

Get to flowin', and that’s when they get to knowin'

Who’s the tightest with the shit that you’re hearing

And you’re mashing in your load danked out and you’re steering

Up the block in your Benz or your Beam 4

6-by-9's sounding like 18's

Then you knew that the Low was gonna take it

In the 1995, man, them boys, they gots to make it

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play

Pick your choice which you was given by these

Consolidated, conversated, now I’m stacking my G’s

On an uphill climb so I be finding

Keep your head bobbing and your tape deck rewinding

Minding my own when I roll through my area

Dice games and shootouts and pit bull terriers

And tricked by confusion the moment they awaken, it was hectic

Steadily getting their paper but they feel disrespected

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play

Did you get your bank?

Did you get your G’s?

Beware on the block because it’s time to say 'freeze'

Straight chill in the Westside Bay

Where each and every day the hustlers play