I got fed with her friends in my G-class Spend some stays, some goes, some days, it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection Where I used to sell sacks I moved up to QPs and I moved up to packs Now I only take pounds of steak for my personal stacks It's a dope deal, only a thousand in cash It's a bro deal, put it in my fake Gucci bag Speeding like a demon with this ride In the back of my trunk, got it sealed airtight But it stink like a skunk Don't scare it, it'll make your hair white Square up, bitch, I wanna see you verified I got fed with her friends in my G-class Spend some stays, some goes, some days, it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection What you think, this is not the same thing You are not like me, we are not the same league Tuesday night, I'm eating dinner with porn stars Mixing in restaurants, three stars, four stars Look at my report card, baby, I'm a workhorse You ain't shit, I'm that friend who will fuck your bitch But don't dip before I roll the spliff Tight like that pussy, got gorilla grip I got fed with her friends in my G-class Spend some stays, some goes, some days, it depends I ain't seen you since way back then When we both crossed paths at the six-way intersection