G35 YGTUT (Ft. Isaiah Rashad)

[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Ooh, top five top five top five top five I mean no doubt
True, repo make sure we took your house we need the couch
Too late, where you been at? Where you at? We need the fence
Mayne, so much that kid snuck from the bathroom off the fence
Mayne, we bump your shit like when I'm high and when the rent
Ain’t, several, figures, where your friends?
Say wassup to the option and all these adoptions
And the Phil was the healer and Robert the doctor
We felt the bruises and knives
And the location implode
Got a little faith in me still
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Hang with the makers, don't fault
Just hang with the makers
Be who you are
Right? TUT

[Verse 2: TUT]
Nigga, bigger and better than all of y'all, anyone
I'll tell him to his face like
Shit, riding round with the bass like
20 inch rims with them center plates absolutely
Sick of the lies, shucking and jiving
More conniving, I'm riding in my G-30 fizz-ive
Rolling up weed in my G-30 fizz-ive
Made a lot of green in my G-30 fizz-ive (yeurn)
Back and bossed up
I just touched down, I Randy Moss’d 'em
I be taking the payment, stacking the savings
Can't blow all your cheddar my dog, you do better
Running through the city sitting pretty like hair on hoes
I'm here, I'm home, I'm high off life
I'm high off sprite, mixed with a little hi-tech
We got twenty bags, we got dime sacks
Never play myself short now it's off to the airport
Another classic got niggas waiting to export
More spiritual than lyrical
But still I need my residual, absolutely
Never find it even with credit cards
I hold my nuts, and when I hit that wall I run through it
'Til my niggas hit that mall and run through it
This is more than music, nigga I swear that