Short remix of Throw Some D's
Yo yo its ya boy G-Pfeif reppin the 301 and 410, also the 202... I got all my solo tracks here, along with any battles/disses I do on Lyricalassault.co.uk
Lyrics
g-pfeif on the track
all hatas step back
spittin that straight crack
flows givin heart attacks
nah I aint a Rich boy
nah I aint a b*** boy
yea im the sh** Doy
pfeif stoppin, that aint it boy
you can hate all you want cuz yall b*** es on mute
and I dont care if you dont like it what im spittin is truth
if you aint feelin me you need to understand that you hatin
cuz im so nice paraplegics give me standin ovations
a blind chick asked me, pfeif why are you so fly?
I said its just a gift girl, I really aint gotta try
While ya sh** s stayin local.. my tracks goin global
Im sellin words like a f*** in barnes and noble
I aint lookin at you hatas im lookin past you
Too busy makin art with the ink like givin tattoos
You b*** es cant measure me, check out my pedigree
Grade A aint no-body comin ahead of me
If I aint ya favorite rapperwell dammit then I better be
Who it gonna be instead of me?
When I got this sh** on lock kinda like treasure be
Who always dropping hot tracks? Yea you bet its me
g-pfeif on the track
all hatas step back
spittin that straight crack
flows givin heart attacks
(G-Pfeif neva Quits)
aint got a caddy, pushin a blazer through the scene
No 20s, more like 16s, but hey I keep em clean
Just a dollar and a dream, a dream fulla dollas
Pfeif keeps it real, so when you see me please holla
Im on my grind, I aint gonna stop just trust me
Im Tryna be a rich boy, but just not as ugly
Wanna ride clean, throw some ds on the chevy truck
Put a system in the back so I roll wit a heavy trunk
Bumpin my own sh** , even if im the only one
If ya aint supporting me, just means my risell be a lonely one
Cuz ima rise to the top, whether you like it or not
Im nice wit my drops, while its more than likely you flop
You might need to stop, cuz aint no way you f*** in wit pfeif
An if ya heard you were nice, it wasnt cuza somethin ya write
You stuck wit ya life, got no hope of ever makin it
If rap was glass, you still couldnt find a break in it
Ya confidence, im takin it, showin you got no talent to speak of
Turn down ya vocals, I dont wanna hear ya voice in my speakas
Ya rap report cards fulla Fs, you weak, thats it
These failin artists, beggin please throw some ds on that b***
