Top Songs By G-Eazy
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G-Eazy
Performer
EST Gee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gerald Gillum
Composer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composer
George Stone III
Composer
Elias Sticken
Composer
Quentin Miller
Composer
Trevor Rich
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boi-1da
Producer
Elyas
Producer
Brian Chew
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Engineer
DJ Riggins
Assistant Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You know
Uh
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy
Banana boat, brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
Slide on the beat, acknowledge the pen
Back in the my bag, I'm at it again
Rotate the roster, just tossed out a ten
That shit just don't even matter to him
Took me a minute to comprehend
Shit that I needed, I had within
Used to place all of my trust in them
I'm never doin' that shit again
They get ahead of they self, if you let 'em
They get to reachin', that shit is pathetic
They couldn't walk in my shoes if I let 'em
These size 11's, they fit a lil' different
If we have beef, I'ma go 'head and dead it
Sweetest revenge is success and forgiveness
Married the game, can't trust none of these bches
I keep it two Virgils in all of my lyrics
Came in this bch with exceptional spirit
Bulletproof vision, cannot let them kill it
Real ones acknowledge my shit 'cause they feel it
The rest of you want me forgotten and hidden
Uh, whoever I fuck's automatically trendin'
She wanna F everywhere like it's Fendi
The pussy gets killed every time like it's Kenny, ah
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy
Banana boat, brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
If you seen half what I saw, you'll tell
Before it was popular, I had them boxes sent in the mail
I beat the streets, I ain't goin' to jail
It was killed or be killed, am I goin' to hell?
I told the driver, "Ignore that lil' smell"
"Just make sure you ain't drivin' too fast while I trail"
We got Wock' right on and straight from Vallejo
Ride through the air, in four hours, was here
I done been too close to death to be scared
I get my gun when they come unprepared
Money bring shy bitches right out they shell
I don't want love, when I fuck, I might pay her
Quarter back place, call me Geeski McNair
I'm throwin' somethin', could knock down a bird
I don't feel nothin', especially fear
All of 'em crossed me, I ain't shed a tear
My heart is pure, I understand we ain't similar
She can't wait 'til I cum, this Perc' killin' her
She a freak, she ask me, could I spit on her
She just prayin' that Geeski deliver her
It's so many, I barely remember her
My role is pivotal, they know I'm rich
Don't forget I'm a criminal
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy
Banana boat, brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales
If I'ma shoot, I shoot to kill
Do what I want to do at will
King, I'm a G.O.A.T., the truth, for real, ayy
Banana boat, brings in the mail
I cannot use a regular scale
Bring me the one they use for whales, ayy
Writer(s): Gerald Gillum, Matthew Samuels, Quentin Miller, Trevor Rich, Elias Sticken, George Stone Iii
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