Instructions Lyrics – G-Eazy ft. YG

You know? Mano!
Or do you? Hitmaka!
OG Parker!
Uh, lil' bi*ch

Give no fu*ks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talking that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still balling on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (Yeah)

G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both
I said, "fu*k it" (Yeah)
Shooting shots, my Sh*t wetty
If the bi*ch ready, we fu*king (Yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down
Had to give the bi*ch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)

Tapped in with my bro Hit
I seen him, I said, "What up?"
Late nights, I'm a vampire
I'm staying up 'til sun up (Sun up)
Heard the beat, my first thought is
"I'm bout to beat this the fu*k up" (Yeah)
Talking all that tough talk
Like, "fu*kboy, come run up"
Real life star like Ringo (Ayy)
Real life fly-as* gringo
Yay Area my lingo (Woo)
Yaddadamean, I'm him tho (Him)
Really I'm a real life cheat code (Ayy)
Hit five in a row like bingo (Bingo)
She on my line like free throw (Swish)
Do you yaddadamean though?
Filipino, she from Chico
I can't fu*k no weak ho (Ayy)
She gone deepthroat
She gone make that pu*sy pop like Clicquot (Ayy)
Pop, pop, pop, what a freak ho (Hey)
She wanna party at the casa
I said, "Bring your amigos"

Give no fu*ks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talking that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still balling on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "fu*k it" (Yeah)
Shooting shots, my Sh*t wetty
If the bi*ch ready, we fu*king (Yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down
Had to give the bi*ch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)

Ayy, I told her, "fu*k me
I'll take you out that bucket"
When you in some good pu*sy
It feel like you in a oven (Pu*sy)
Ni*ga you ain't gangster
You's a do-boy, you a puppet (Pu*sy)
You might as well come work for me
Go kill a opp, Ni*ga, fu*k it (Pu*sy)
We don't like opps, we don't fight opps
They ducking (Fu*k the opps)
Seems like the opps sponsored by Nike
How they running (Running)
Maybachs back-to-back
Ferraris after that, that's how we bumming
Pulled up with a weak bi*ch, ah
I'm weak in my stomach (Stomach)
Ride dirty and you know that (Ayy)
Half of the backend, blow that (Ayy)
I know where the money at, low jack (Ayy)
Shooter game crazy like Kodak (Gang)
4Hunnid don't play, you should know that (Gang)
Eight-figure Ni*ga, you should note that (Gang)
My ho's on a diet, low fat (Gang)
Her hair all hers, no track (Gang)

Give no fu*ks about no status
My lil baby, you can't touch it
Talking that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-I can't trust it
Brand new Zara, aha-ha
Y'all still balling on a budget
Ben Baller chain way too big
Ain't no way for me to tuck it (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck
Copped both, I said, "fu*k it" (Yeah)
Shooting shots, my Sh*t wetty
If the bi*ch ready, we fu*king (Yeah)
It's been awhile, she been turned down
Had to give the bi*ch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it
Like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)