[Intro]
Yeah, but you don't trust the police
In my business, you don't trust anybody
Hey daddy, it's NEZS on the beat

[Chorus]
We are Gs, but who are you?
Pocket is full of Benjamin's
Personal use is my medicine
Lean in my cup that I pour into
I was loaned to the state (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had KV on my toes (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like Picasso when I paint
To talk to the police has never been a question (No, no, no, no)

[Verse 1]
I have coke, you don't have to ask
I'm from the alley where you sell or rob
Bro, I have an ability to leave the beat in a coma
Do you want coke? I want the cash in a month
Now I give birth to them again, the old is replaced
Operates in the studio, then I push out a hit
I have Fendi on my body, I'm a son to the street
So the street has my Glock, I'm stuck here for good, ey
Can have my BB-Glock in my back pocket, man
If an enemy comes then I finish it
My index finger is on the trigger
And my brother shoots the gun at your window, man
TT mantle, drive among the houses, red light, drive from the cops
Their radio car just howls, so I get a headache, ey
[Chorus]
We are Gs, but who are you?
Pocket is full of Benjamin's
Personal use is my medicine
Lean in my cup that I pour into
I was loaned to the state (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had KV on my toes (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like Picasso when I paint
To talk to the police has never been a question (No, no, no, no)

[Verse 2]
Cash make me fucking paranoid
I sell grams from my EC-mobile
Smoke cheese, I take your life
Not me, I have younger YGs
Strapped up. MAC up
Thirty bullets, you get smoked
Backup, ey-ey, no matchup
Sitting with two guns here if you act up
Me and my brother, we go plus if we stack up
Test my chocolate, it's nice, isn't it?
Couple smokes, I'm high (Shit)
You want coke? Its pure (Flex)
Meet opps, empty bullets, you get late (To-to-to)
Can't compete with us (Compete with, compete with)
Test me and you sleep for good (Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep)
Man you take lines with coke, you do not commit crimes
Who's on top, you suck my dick, you think it's good
[Chorus]
We are Gs, but who are you?
Pocket is full of Benjamin's
Personal use is my medicine
Lean in my cup that I pour into
I was loaned to the state (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had KV on my toes (Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like Picasso when I paint
To talk to the police has never been a question (No, no, no, no)

[Outro]
Eyo, NEZS, it's murder slaughter, bro