G. H. E. T. T. O. – TQ

This is how you start one
Where you started from
On a mission to check
No doubt, got that
I need a couple of minutes to bring the thought back
Got that

I never let another mothafucka
Tell me what to sang about
Especially when my only intention
Is to tell you what I’m thinkin’ now
Sang a song to tell you about hustlin’
Another one to tell you ’bout the Lord
My duty is to give ’em something funky
That’s the only thing I do it for

1 – And I can’t tell you ’bout shit I don’t know shit about
Go on, holla, scream it loud
The only thing I’m all about

2 – I got that G-H-E-T-T-O
Take all of my niggas everywhere I go
In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go
With my Iceburgs rollin’ the flow
My people are G-H-E-T-T-O
And we don’t give a fuck if everybody know
Cuz I’m [na na na] baby that’s for sure
Take the bullshit back to the store
I got the G-H-E-T-T-O

Do it for the figgas, magazines and videos
If you wanna find another nigga
This one do it for the soul
Always used to dream of gettin’ bigger
Only for my people
That’s why I’m always checkin’ fake niggas
On forgettin’ where they came from

Repeat 1
Repeat 2

Made me believe in the hustle
Told me to get my money
Weed gon’ be my muscle

Lyric G. H. E. T. T. O. – TQ