Тональность: B minor
Intro 1
Am
C
Am
Verse 1
Louis Geechee, Gucci Geechee,
Box Porsche, Tyre Screechee, Mach 4,
Cockta 50, Pompom, Block Yo City
Open up them doors, scopin' hoes
Ho, don't you know we known
for pumpin' O's
Dumpin' foes, jumpin' shows
Yo, go, tell em hoes
We pips, bitch, ghetto rich
Fish and grits, platinum hips
High riffs and lots of chips
We shinin' in diamonds, mink flavors
Ratchets and linens, gators,
haters and mires
We suppliers and gangsters
Ain't no fuckin' with these kids
How we live is unexplainable
We untameable, BK, let me name a few
Break it down, show you how,
what your goals
and your dreams are attainable
Be a nigga that's rich
with a bitch that's sick
Real fly, real slick
Keep a clone for a fifth
and a remote drop six
It's the automatic start in the kit
What you do is get a crew,
when you move what you move
But know that it's rules
and you pay dues
Don't leave clues in your crimes,
always stay away from swine
Be conscious of the times
and you gon' shine
From the whips
To the chips
To the ride
Come hop inside
To the crib
That's where I live,
come play with me
Bounce with me,
and smoke a ounce with me
Let's get this paper, flip these bricks
and flip these pounds with me
I need a freaky chick that
ain't afraid to lick
That's nice I think,
no dubs on the whippin' shit
Do a bump down the strip
till the clubs up, get fucked up
I'm a Gigi bitch, pop the moles,
pop the crisps
Drop the fours, drop the six,
y 'all niggas can't fuck with this
While you waitin' for a bus and shit,
I'm in a Ferrari clutchin' it
You better hug your bitch,
she lovin' it,
the Vulcan is, she fuckin'
with a dog that's rich
The icy is, the crib is sick,
the grimy is, the slimy is, peachy is
TV is fake, Keechie, BK all day,
when you hear me, see me
Keechie, Keechie, Posty, Crispy,
B -50, don't piss me
Please believe me when I tell you,
drone hammers will nail you
I'ma let my pants sag, rock my gems,
rock my Thames, why y mad?
Cause I got digits, lyrics, pictures,
walk out of biscuits,
gun case, I'm vicious
Hack your bitch,
make her count in stitches
This is Gitchy, Gitchy
From the whips
Gitchy, Gitchy
To the chips
Gitchy, Gitchy
To the ride
Gitchy, Come hop inside
Gitchy, Gitchy
To the crib
Gitchy, That's where I live
Gitchy, Come play with me
Gitchy, Gitchy
Man, I'm tryna come up
I got my guns up I'm bout to run up
Leave your eyes wide shut
I pulls up in a black, black pickup truck
With diamonds in my gold cup
and I don't give a fuck
My name is G -O -D -N,
cause I be spittin' gin
I make that hoe take a check
O -D
and give the straight to men
We pimpin', don't thinkin',
no simpin'
We different, we slurpin', we sippin'
Think it is what it is
and listen player, you trippin'
Act right or get slapped right
Shine bright at night like black light
Mag tight, gun smoke,
gun smoke, no crack pipe
Gun tote, no joke like that, right
Poppin' a whip, poppin' a dick,
stash box with a fifth
Another for the clip,
motherfuckers in the dark again
When I cock and spit,
gettin' on with you is fuckin' with
Shoulda watched your lips,
watched your bitch
Stead of watchin' my wife with
my Geechee kicks
Geechee whips, clock on my block
Plottin' on my spot on
some sneaky shit
Geechee, Geechee
From the whips
Geechee, Geechee
To the chips
Geechee, Geechee
To the ride
Geechee, Come hop inside
Geechee, Geechee
To the crib
Geechee, That's where I live
Geechee, Come play with me
Geechee, Geechee
Am
Gitch, so gitchy, gitchy, gitchy
A
From the whip to the
A
A
Am
C'mon hop inside to the crib
Am
A
That's where I live
C'mon play with me
A
Gitchy, gitchy, gitchy, gitchy
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