| This is a G call | 
| These niggas ain’t built like that | 
| This is a G call | 
| When we make a G call, you shouldn’t answer | 
| Cause you ain’t a gangster, you’s a dancer | 
| Your dirty drawers showing boy, pull your pants up | 
| Deadbeat dad, the kids need pampers | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| (You ain’t gangster) | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| (You ain’t a murderer) | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| Tired of hearing niggas say they’re doing it big | 
| But they ain’t big enough to take care of their kids | 
| He be on the internet shooting a vid | 
| Couldn’t even help his baby moms move in the crib | 
| Everybody swiping all over the world | 
| But when I was growing up, that was a hustle for girls | 
| I ain’t hiding, I’m riding, I ain’t running, I’m going | 
| I ain’t ducking, I’m bucking, homie, get shot in your stomach | 
| Dickriding without a helmet ain’t safe | 
| So all you dickriding niggas, helmet over your face | 
| Smack the taste out of your mouth with the nose of them eights | 
| Bang the hammer like the judge when he closing the case | 
| When they hear the shit bumping, they say, «who is that?» | 
| Tell them corny ass niggas Papoose is back | 
| I’ma keep it G real, cuz, you been wack | 
| Keep selling that garbage, I’ma move this crack | 
| When we make a G call, you shouldn’t answer | 
| Cause you ain’t a gangster, you’s a dancer | 
| Your dirty drawers showing boy, pull your pants up | 
| Deadbeat dad, the kids need pampers | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| (You ain’t gangster) | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| (You ain’t a murderer) | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| Tell you hurry up when it’s time for thugging in the streets | 
| But take their time when they got a plug for you to eat | 
| My respect level for these suckers is the least | 
| Throw you with the opportunity but rush you when it’s beef | 
| You’s a dishwasher, cocksucker, I’m a beast | 
| I don’t wash dishes, I just dump them in the sink | 
| Make a long story short cause my summary is deep | 
| My loyalty is powerful, your fuckery is weak | 
| If you know he a snitch and you running with the creep | 
| You a rat, you’re only as good as the company you keep | 
| Innocent 'til proven guilty, alive 'til they kill me | 
| I’ma keep doing them dirty until they’re filthy | 
| A cow when it comes to the beef, they never milk me | 
| Body your mother, face firing, he shouldn’t have grilled me | 
| You don’t understand my ways, you don’t feel me | 
| That’s cause you’re not built like that, this how they built me | 
| When we make a G call, you shouldn’t answer | 
| Cause you ain’t a gangster, you’s a dancer | 
| Your dirty drawers showing boy, pull your pants up | 
| Deadbeat dad, the kids need pampers | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| (You ain’t gangster) | 
| You ain’t built like that | 
| (You ain’t a murderer) | 
| You ain’t built like that |