TomRob - So-Called G Lyrics

Word is bond
I'm doin' this hands down
Will you respond?

Yo shit's bad to skeleton
When you taste my medicine
You get high as a zeppelin
I smoke ya and pour ya
Like some ashes in a ashtray
Man, study my wordplay
Take that sip of bleach you so-called "G"

Creating a life you don't have why
Not so bold, you like 18 years old
Bro you think you roll on gold
I'm may be a fooI
But I do not, (i do not)
Shape me a fake life
Gotta follow rules take this as a tool
Yeah! I went to a private school
Like Clarence in 8 mile when he battles Eminem
Poor Papa doc, he lives under a rock, and he f*ckin' sucks
Just like you so-called "G", yeah I aim this right at you, no third party
Im not from Atlanta, NY, LA or any place like Californ-i-a
I'm straight up from bumblef*ck wish me luck for blowin' up
Let's talk about you, who the f*ck you brag to
Talkin' about jewelry, luxury, and Ferraris
Wake up bro you just look as broke as me
And I ain't got no money nor you are wealthy
So stop acting like you are boujee, pussy
Stealing Drizzy "Blue tint" beat on your EP
You're lazy and I'm busy
I diss you with pity
'Cause homie, don't let me pull up on yo' block with my Glock
Ah shit, wait, I ain't got none of that no cap
I ain't got that Glock nor this icy clock
But I got that cock who's ready for your THOT
I give no f*ck I got the key to the lock

Yo shit's bad to skeleton
When you taste my medicine
You get high as a zeppelin
I smoke ya and i pour ya
Like some ashes in a ashtray
Man, study my wordplay
Take that sip of bleach you so-called "G"

I dare ya, you gotta take a step back before you make an attack
'Cause yo' shit is whack and I'm the one who got bars
Bro, you think you goin' go far?
You just look like a tumor, Straight outta Jersey Shore
You gotta get real
You want the dough? Me as also
But you gotta open yourself the door before mofo
I'm the don
Corleone, Italian godfather, yeah baby
An affair of family just like in the movie
I write on the daily, you fall fastly
Your blood spreads vastly
I'll low key diss you and your lil' NSP

Let me know buddy, with what you caught that bitch?
A pair of Yeezy 350s, a nice whip, and a good tip?
'Cause you look like you struggle to get her wet
And you think you can play with a TEC?
Ahahah, what a drip!
Your hoe smells like cheese dip
Shit's good for my nacho
My nickname, Dorito
Sounds macho, livin' in a bando in Toronto
Bro, you think you goin' blow?
You should rep the rainbow man
Go f*ck yourself no homo
That's the trick, I lyrically stab you in the hip
But whatever imma do her like never
You're sippin' iced tea when she's on her knees
But when I play with her pussy she drinks Martini, try me
That's a real slaughter, no brainer

Goodbye so-called "G"
I did not want to break you mentally with my lil' melody
I don't apologize, no, never
That's a real homicide
Now answer