GHINI (feat. Real Slummy) Video (MV)

I'm in the Ghini Lord have mercy
Late night calls you free when I'm lurkin'
See it now baby whatever the perks is
See it now baby can tell when you hurtin'
But don't get it twisted, I'm not for the lovin'
Only the workin' PM to Morning
Legs in formation I'm there for the takin'
We can have fun invite all your best friends
You can say I'm a dog, but you knows there's no leash
Its no read in between
I can read all your needs
If it wasn't for you I'd be running the streets
I can flex on your next, we can play for the keeps
Used to the dubs, we can play for the sweeps
Yeah.. Okay like
Used to the dubs, we can play for the sweeps
Bass be boomin' when a young nigga pull up
12s on the speaker the neighbors be shook up
Stars in the ceiling I tell you to look up
The look in your eyes I can tell that it's wassup
Telling these hoes to shut the f*ck up
All of my needs is right in my cup
Kirko the bang It's drank and I'm stuck
All of my days like I'm Hov and they faces
All of my hoes got beautiful taste
Cliqout for thirst, easy to cake
Easy to bake like an oven that's fake
Running the base best to get out my way, like
Like f*ck out my face I got money to make
F*ck out my face I got bread to spread
All my guys did the shit that they said
I ain't sleeping on bitches, I done put 'em to bed
Ima rock on that boat like what baby girl said, like
Said like, said like, yeah
I said we connect like we satellite
What time you get off? We can grab a bite
Ain't know I was this hard till I grabbed the mic
And the way I ball out like I'm Kin to Mike
Fourth of July, girl you dynamite
The way that you pop it, girl, pop it right
After that prolly callin' me papi
Young rich Migo like Ted Dibiase
I like sippin' that lean, she like Molly
I like sippin' that lean, she like Molly
They movin' two-faced like they Miley
Probably f*cked on a Kendall and Kylie
The next morning I woke up hungover and then I looked over I f*cked a Beyonce
She want me hit every week like a parlay
My homies smokin' more weed than a Marley
Know I sound good, I said thank you to Monte
(Thank you to Monte)
Gold on my neck but I want the diamantes
F*ck the whole game, man an f*ck being modest
I talk my shit cause I know they'll rewind it
(Talk my shit)
I know I'm the shit ain't no need to remind me
Pop my own shit ain't no reason to style me
Own everything get the f*ck off the property, Slum