Callon B - G-Pa** lyrics

[Verse 1: Callon B] (Intro: Callon talking) You are now f**in with the rawest, rapaholic Basketballin in the paint, call me Dank I'm kind of modest But I promise not to disappoint or follow rules, what is the point? I roll a Woods like twisted joints and eat a beat like Chips Ahoy Act your age not your GPA, GYB all day Not afraid to make a mistake, it's the risk I take to get repaid For my working days, it's certain mane Coming soon, got a lot to prove before the curtain sways Uh, shouts to Murdy mane, know I got your vertebrae Scoutin for them slimy snakes sliding tryna perputrate Okay its business, and I handle mine a certain way GYB, watch me birth a wave and surf away Hit the Church and Pray, think I'm Ma$e, I sing Amazing Grace Run it till the surface breaks, then I'm running Serpents Way Same name but my purpose changed, it was worth the wait Worth the play, don't you agree? You sing it everyday [Verse 2: GP Murdy] Catch me in the club with a big pistol, fully loaded clip and I won't miss em' Ya n***as hatin on me but ya b**h with me, can't hate that she want to f** a real n***a If you can't pay cash then I don't do features, a song for free n***a you could never meet me Started at the bottom now I'm on the flyer, made it on i-Tunes now you n***as buyers Ya b**h say she f**ed me but that hoe a lier, torch a Phillie but these blunts to big for lighters k**ing these hoes like I'm Michael Myers, cookin up the chickens and I ain't got no fryers (Murdy talks) [Verse 3: Callon B] Shoutout all my mother f**in brothers round the way, we've been focusing our energies and ain't about to wait b**h we kicking down the door so we can tell you face to face, when the junkies in yo section hoe you best stay out our way I guess the Gods came out to play, right on time for the Election I don't like to Politic but Mayor Jones is an exception Dread Prez for office bet I run till I'm exausted They gon run us out our pockets all they only want is profit Talking Blue States, Red States, same colors the FEDs chase See the patterns and I crunch the numbers with my Left Brain Next thang on the agenda get f**ed up I don't really drink so that ain't where the buzz from They wanna know where I come from, who my brodie bros I been on that mogul sh** since I was in that mobil home Back when I concluded that your standards insufficient I was sh**tin even when I didn't have a pot to piss in Got my hand on my dick, right beside the weed stash Hope that you accept my application for a G-Pa** Hand on my dick, right beside the weed stash, hope that you accept my application for a G-Pa**! (Outro: Callon talking)