“Between you, me, and the wall, I don’t know what to do!”
I know your name, you aren’t a who?
Little G wagon grown up he ain’t a boy, when he is on the football field he likes to destroy.
When he is on a court he likes to play hard, when he is on a golf course he par’d.
On his way to school he likes to speed. But all he does is just lead.
You wear diamonds, you don’t wear leather. You really know your way around the nether.
I’m glad we played Minecraft together. It always feels like good weather.
Buddy is so smart he gets a scholarship. You always dress so nice I call that drip.
I remember shaking your hand, you have quite a grip.
You mastered your cords in guitar. You’re good at football, you are a star.
So handsome you look foxy, always making noises getting beat boxy.
Doing all his chores taking out the trash, always being productive playing block blast.
Always making money getting cash, I bet you couldn’t last through one round of clash. Always knows what he’s doing he doesn’t button mash. Such a good driver he doesn’t crash. You make me want to be a better person, like how you censor your cursing. We talk about a ground hog named Phil, when it’s your birthday I throw something on the grill. Shoes always fire, you don’t wear Croc. Looking so strong, basically The Rock. Eyesight is so good you don’t need glasses. So good in school he always passes. Always answering my questions, you don’t leave me pending, this praise track is coming to an ending.