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Instructions


G-Eazy Lyrics

 

Instructions by G-Eazy


[G-Eazy:]
You know?
(Mano)
Or do you?
(Hitmaka)
(OG Parker)
Uh, lil' b**ch
Give no f**ks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said, "f**k it" (Yeah)
Shootin' shots, my sh*t wetty, if the b**ch ready, we f**kin' (Yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the b**ch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)
Tapped in with my bro Hit, I seen him, I said, "What up?"
Late nights, I'm a vampire, I'm staying up 'til sun up (Sun up)
Heard the beat, my first thought is, "I'm bout to beat this the f**k up" (Yeah)
Talkin' all that tough talk, like, "f**kboy, come run up"
Real life star like Ringo (Ayy)
Real life fly-ass gringo
Yay Area my lingo (Woo)
Yaddadamean, I'm him tho (Him)
Really I'm a real life cheat code (Ayy)
Hit five in a row like bingo (Bingo)
She on my line like free throw (Swish)
Do you yaddadamean though?
Filipino, she from Chico, I can't f**k no weak ho (Ayy)
She gon' deepthroat, she gon' make that pussy pop like Clicquot (Ayy)
Pop, pop, pop, what a freak ho (Hey)
She wanna party at the casa, I said, "Bring your amigos"
Give no f**ks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said, "f**k it" (Yeah)
Shootin' shots, my sh*t wetty, if the b**ch ready, we f**kin' (Yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the b**ch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)
[YG:]
Ayy, I told her, "f**k me, I'll take you out that bucket"
When you in some good pussy, it feel like you in a oven (Pussy)
Nigga you ain't gangster, you's a do-boy, you a puppet (Pussy)
You might as well come work for me, go kill a opp, nigga, f**k it (Pussy)
We don't like opps, we don't fight opps, they duckin' (f**k the opps)
Seems like the opps sponsored by Nike, how they runnin' (Runnin')
Maybachs back-to-back, Ferraris after that, that's how we bummin'
Pulled up with a weak b**ch, ah, I'm weak in my stomach (Stomach)
Ride dirty and you know that (Ayy)
Half of the backend, blow that (Ayy)
I know where the money at, low jack (Ayy)
Shooter game crazy like Kodak (Gang)
4Hunnid don't play, you should know that (Gang)
Eight-figure nigga, you should note that (Gang)
My ho's on a diet, low fat (Gang)
Her hair all hers, no track (Gang)
[G-Eazy:]
Give no f**ks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talkin' that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha, y'all still ballin' on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big, ain't no way for me to tuck it (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said, "f**k it" (Yeah)
Shootin' shots, my sh*t wetty, if the b**ch ready, we f**kin' (Yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the b**ch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)



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