G-Eazy – “Instructions” (ft. YG)

G-Eazy features YG on the “Instructions” song produced by Romano, OG Parker & Hitmaka.

G Eazy Instructions

The one they call Young Gerald has returned with a brand new album, These Things Happen Too, arriving in full nineteen-song glory. And while longtime fans of G-Eazy have probably already taken the plunge, what better way to convince the hesitant than a full-fledged banger between two West Coast vets. Enter “Instructions,” a duet that brings YG into the mix overproduction by Romano, OG Parker & Hitmaka.

With a song like this, the lyrical content isn’t quite the main objective. Pure swagger, however, is the name of the game. Luckily, both parties are well covered in that department, as G makes it known he’s a “real life fly-ass gringo” with a slick Bay Area flow. As for YG, he makes sure to offer a few life lessons ranging from the romantic (“When you in some good pussy, it feel like you in a oven”) to the combative (“4Hunnid don’t play, you should know that”). It’s all about duality, is it not?

G-Eazy – Instructions (ft. YG) (prod. Romano, OG Parker & Hitmaka)

Lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
You know?
(Mano)
Or do you?
(Hitmaka)
(OG Parker)
Uh, lil’ bitch

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Give no fucks about no status
My lil baby, you can’t touch it
Talkin’ that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-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 (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said, “Fuck it” (Yeah)
Shootin’ shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we fuckin’ (Yeah)
It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
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 fuck up” (Yeah)
Talkin’ all that tough talk, like, “Fuckboy, come run up”
Real life star like Ringo (Ayy)
Real life fly-ass 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 fuck no weak ho (Ayy)
She gon’ deepthroat, she gon’ make that pussy pop like Clicquot (Ayy)
Pop, pop, pop, what a freak ho (Hey)
She wanna party at the casa, I said, “Bring your amigos”

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Give no fucks about no status
My lil baby, you can’t touch it
Talkin’ that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-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 (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said, “Fuck it” (Yeah)
Shootin’ shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we fuckin’ (Yeah)
It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)

[Verse 2: YG]
Ayy, I told her, “Fuck me, I’ll take you out that bucket”
When you in some good pussy, it feel like you in a oven (Pussy)
Nigga you ain’t gangster, you’s a do-boy, you a puppet (Pussy)
You might as well come work for me, go kill a opp, nigga, fuck it (Pussy)
We don’t like opps, we don’t fight opps, they duckin’ (Fuck the opps)
Seems like the opps sponsored by Nike, how they runnin’ (Runnin’)
Maybachs back-to-back, Ferraris after that, that’s how we bummin’
Pulled up with a weak bitch, 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 nigga, you should note that (Gang)
My ho’s on a diet, low fat (Gang)
Her hair all hers, no track (Gang)

[Chorus: G-Eazy]
Give no fucks about no status
My lil baby, you can’t touch it
Talkin’ that blah-blah that rah-rah
I-I-I-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 (Yeah)
G-Wagon or the Lamb Truck, copped both, I said, “Fuck it” (Yeah)
Shootin’ shots, my shit wetty, if the bitch ready, we fuckin’ (Yeah)
It’s been awhile, she been turned down, had to give the bitch instructions (Instructions)
Use two hands when you suck it, like a Birkin bag, how she clutch it (Yeah)