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G-Eazy – Instructions Lyrics

Instructions Lyrics – G-Eazy

You Know?
Or Do You?
Uh, Lil B***

Give No F***s About No Status
My Lil Baby, You Can’t Touch It
Talkin’ That Blah-blah That Rah-rah
Ah, Ah, Ah, I Can’t Trust It
Brand New Zara, Aha-ha, Y’all Stil Balin’ On A Budget
Ben Baller Chain Way Two Big, Ain’t No Way For Me To Tuck It
G-wagon Or The Lamb Truck, Copped Both, I Said “F*** It”
Shotin’ Shots, My S*** Wetty, If The B*** Ready, We F***in’
It’s Been Awhile, She Been Turned Down, Had To Give The B*** Instructions
Use Two Hands When You S*** It, Like A Birkin Bag, Now She Clutch It

Taped In With My Bro Hit, I Seen Him, I Said “What Up?”
Late Nights, I’m A Vampire, I’m Staying Up Till Sun Up
Heard The Beat, My First Thought Is “I’m Bout To Beat This The F*** Up”
Talkin’ All That Tough Talk, Like “F***boy, Come Run Up”
Real Life Star Like Ringoo
Real Life Fly Ass Gringoo
Yay Area My Lingoo
Yaddadamean, I’m Him Now
Really I’m A Real Life Cheat Code
Hit Five In A Row Like Bingoo
She On My Line Like Free Throw
Do You Yaddadamean Though?
Filipino, She From Chico, I Can’t F*** No Weak Ho
She Gon’ Deepthroat, She Gon’ Make That P**** Pop Like Clicquot
What A Freak Hoo
She Wanna Party At The Casa, She Said “Bring Your Amigos”

Give No F***s About No Status
My Lil Baby, You Can’t Touch It
Talkin’ That Blah-blah That Rah-rah
Ah, Ah, Ah, I Can’t Trust It
Brand New Zara, Aha-ha, Y’all Stil Balin’ On A Budget
Ben Baler Chain Way Too Big, Ain’t No Way For Me To Tuck It
G-wagon Or The Lamb Truck, Coped Both, I Said “F*** It”
Shootin’ Shots, My S*** Wetty, If The B*** Ready, We F***in’
It’s Been Awhile, She Been Turned Down, Had To Give The B*** Instructions
Use Two Hands When You S*** It, Like A Birkin Bag, Now She Clutch It

I Told Her F*** Me, I Pick You Outta That [?]
When You Have Some Good P****, You Feel Like You In A Bucket
Claiming He Went Gangster, You’s A Groupie Boy, You A Puppet
You Might As Well Come Work For Me And Go Kill A Op, F*** It
We Don’t Like Ops, We Gon’ Fight Ops, They Duckin’
Seems Like The Op Sponsored By Nike, How They Runin’
Maybach, Back-to-back Ferraris, After That That’s How We [?]
Puled Up With A Weak B***, [?] Her Stomach
Y Dirty, You Know That
From The Back, You Can Blow That
I Know Where The Money At, No Jack
She Get It Crazy Like Kodak
I Really Don’t Play, You Should Know That
Anything You Need, We [?]
A Hoe Ful Of [?], No Fact
Hair All Hers, No Jack

Give No F***s About No Status
My Lil Baby, You Can’t Touch It
Talkin’ That Blah-blah That Rah-rah
Ah, Ah, Ah, 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
G-wagon Or The Lamb Truck, Coped Both, I Said “F*** It”
Shotin’ Shots, My S*** Wetty, If The B*** Ready, We F***in’
It’s Been Awhile, She Been Turned Down, Had To Give The B*** Instructions
Use Two Hands When You S*** It, Like A Birkin Bag, Now She Clutch It