G4'z Freestyle Video (MV)

I walk in the bank right
And the accountant ask me how I want my check broke down
I said f**k it
Give me all tens
I'm still going in
Production shot downtown By Torrey
Coming up in STL
I got some f****d up crazy stories
Errtime I shoot my shot
I swish that s**t
Like Robert Horry
This s**t had to be God plan
I'm glad my mama ain't abort me
Pull up
Hop out
Chea
B***h I'm on one
Don't f**k with snitches, liars, thieves
Hell no
I don't condone none
I like fifty's, twenty's and tens
But I'm in love with hun duns
Promise when it come to that smoke lil b***h you do not want none
I ain't the bangers but on my soul you run up gone get done up
All that acting tough thinking you gangster
No sir burr
You not one
Mad cause I'm knee deep in my bag
I still a mollywhop one of you sneak dissing h**s lame as hell like hot 104.1
They like Goonie did it again
She Pulled up Beamer, magnum, Benz
I can't trust nobody so f**k naw I don't need no friends
I just lay low
Stack up this bread
Apply more pressure
Step on necks
So certified
Heard I'm up next
They compare me to Tokyo Jets