DG Bambino - G5 Free$tyle Lyrics

Jesus piece round my throat
I hope I don't choke
Jeweler got the jewel tight
Give him money in airtight
Nike checks on me
Like drizzy said f*ck stripes
Skin all black but I'm dressed in all white
DG got the juice like a fruit u know I'm ripe
Up late in the studio can do this all night
This shit gon get the bills paid
Threw a party at the crib Shit turnt to a rave
Ole girl mike jack bad love to misbehave
Shit got cold in town up & packed a suitcase
Got a couple screws loose like damn nutcase
DG got the recipe I'm cooking up freebase
When I get signed
Put the money in a briefcase
I'ma need ten mill
Anything less you trippin tie shoelace
If rappin don't work back Robbin
Tryna gett up out the rat race

Yea Yea
You thought DG was a good guy
DG IS A BAD GUYYYYY

Big blunts on me Big Gas Big Funds
Money in a mattress f*ck safe
Feel safe when armed with two guns
Navy seal strapped up you don't want nun
DG BAMBINO f*ckd round and got a home run
Shout babe Ruth, but im my daddy son
Skin black so I'm more of Jackie Robinson
Cuzzin nip run a black own business
Its Humble hustle incorporated
When I hit it big ima put my family on
Like a back pack carry them thru the amazon
I use to be a worker bee no I am a don Juan
Extra Money coming in takin trips to San Juan
Old lady writing love letters like it's dear john
You can not copy me, I am one of one
DG in the end zone, talking on trap phone
I'm one of those, ignorant black that facts
They telling me to go home
Now Im outta space, hella blown gas to da face