East Coast G Funk
[Verse 1: Astro]
Yo I need a chick like Pam Grier
That let me slam rear
Every day of the damn year
More backside than backtalk
I'm bout mine
Your punchlines are outlines
Get outlined in chalk
When you come to New York
Who the god? Me
We know if rap's kung fu
I'm passed Bruce so sharp
I get Lee's mad like Tarantinos
You slaves never let your chain go
Keep flashing
Life's a movie
Tell the groupies we casting
But only for a short period I hit
Calmer than your grandma
Still leave *ggas delirious
King we need you
Here he is in pure form
Drop bombs beat songs like Vietnam
I dont need validation or verification
Forget Twitter checks send a check
Better yet observe the unheard
That cats a spitter
And you spit turd and
Y'all weird and thats word
[Hook: Astro]
With the G funk, he funk, she funk, we funk
(Follow me, follow me
Listen to the words I deliver) [3x]
I come down with the wickedness
One rude boy coming with the darkness
[Verse 2: Astro]
I'm confident you cons dont walk conflict
Bars like the convict
I come sick, you comic
Lmao, you ok Stro
A$AP American cash
(We dont take pesos)
Mad cause they can't hold
They say that I'm an A-hole
Gangsta walk see
Get some B-Ro
She can front but she know
She want to roll with the best
No stress
I got more hoes than protests
Uh wait I mean power to the people
My homie Troy Ave screaming powder to the people
I see you
My lyrical high baggie's lethal
Don't same my name in vain
That sh*t's illegal, too late
Red stripe, red stripe on the corner
I'm tryna leave the country
Just to fornicate a foreigner
Before I step in the booth I should inform ya
I make studios my diner don't be acting like Broner
[Hook: Astro]