Gz Lyrics – JID

Read the full Gz lyrics by JID along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy JID's music, you can also explore On McAfee and And We Vibing (Interlude), two other songs by JID.

[Intro]
Uh
Look, uh
Look
Dawg, uh

[Chorus]
They say you throwed out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (Look at this)
Tell them b!tches stop playing with us (Uh, look)

[Verse 1]
I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles, yeah
Tryna keep an ear, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Punching the bed, we all blessed, fed and thankful, yeah
Punching the bed, he bled tears, shed, painful
It's going to my head, don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain
You want respect? Then give the same (Uh)
Dealing with some real s*it, they faking beef, we (??)
Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation
Get the gloves out, banger, banger
It ain't no love down south, memories painful
My patna got the plug down south, Cartagena
Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos
Shawty, you too thugged out (Gangsta, gangsta)
Nah, fu*k it, they say you too tough
Exterior black, ugly and rough, yeah
Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (Uh)
Tempered, you fu*kity, sick and tired, he turned s*it up
Bear wires, but not a bad guy
You know how black lives (Don't) matter
We see the dead-end, the pattern apply
Don't feel pity, throw a party, n!gga, pass me the mic
I be thinking maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right

[Chorus]
Fu*k it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (Look at this)
Tell them b!tches stop playing with us

[Bridge]
Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
Uh, look, yeah

[Verse 2]
I left the flame, they hit that game but had to park on the d!ck
Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick
It's hella dark, you can't see s*it behind this ten percent tint
I should get five percent tint, I been on kind of mischief
Probably when I'm riding through the city
Cops think I'm riding 'round to get it
Like I'm (??), tryna get money, 'cause the economy is s*itty
Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm winding up the window
(??) and this time we gotta win it
You know I'm all about the business
(??) Kensington
Then got my (??) out the free market, just got started reminiscing
'Bout all them cars we tried to crack
Smash it, them doors we used to kick
Jack s*it, we was sleeping on the floors, way more important to the script
In another series of events, lot of s*it, it be very infortunate
Like I mentioned we had the game finna go and I'm feeling a sudden suspense
I get in my car, see some glass by the door and I'm like, "Why the fu*k is this?"
I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted
Now I feel all the blood, it's rushing
Take a second, a minute, adjustment
Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my banging, they ain't really found nothing (Come on, bruh)
Thank God, dang, you little n!ggas took everything, from the spare tires, to the spare change
The insurance papers and some blunt spray
What the fu*k would they want with that anyway?
But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man, that s*it gon' happen every, any day
Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer like John Henry tryna beat the train
Having fun with it, bunch of young n!gga, tryna feel numb to the pain
I ain't tripping 'cause I know who responsible, it's the motherfu*king they be claiming

[Chorus]
We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (Look at this)
Tell them b!tches stop playing with us (Uh, fu*k)

[Outro]
Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
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