JID’s God Does Like Ugly, dropping on August 8, 2025, via Dreamville and Interscope, is a raw, lyrical masterpiece, and “Gz” delivers its unapologetic street pulse. As the fifth track on this 15-song album, “Gz” channels JID’s Atlanta-rooted hip-hop—think razor-sharp bars and gritty beats, building on the high-energy vibe of lead single “WRK” but with a nod to gangster culture and resilience. Produced with the raw edge, JID teased in his “fucking UGLY” Instagram post, this track likely dives into tales of hustle and loyalty, set against a dystopian Atlanta backdrop inspired by The Warriors and Mad Max. Fans on X are hyping “Gz” as a standout, with its place on the potential tracklist sparking buzz. Join us for “Gz” lyrics by JID and witness how he bends bars and breaks molds—one verse at a time.
| Lead Vocals | JID |
| Songwriter | JID |
| Music Producer | Christo |
| Label | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
| Release Date | August 8, 2025 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Dreamville & Interscope Records |
Lyrics of Gz by JID
[Intro]
Uh
Look, Uh
Look
Dawg, Uh
[Chorus]
They Say You Throwed Out, Gangsta, Gangsta
Everybody Bugged Out, Armed And Dangerous
Drained And Drugged Out, Anxious, Ain’t You?
Banged Up, Banger (Look At This)
Tell Them B!tches Stop Playin’ With Us (Uh, Look)
[Verse 1]
I Feel The Anger, All Way Down To My Ankles (Yeah)
Tryna Keep An Ear, So Yeah, I Keep One In The Chamber (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Punchin’ The Bed, We All Blessed, Fed And Thankful (Yeah)
Punchin’ The Bed, He Bled Tears, Shed, Painful
It’s Goin’ To My Head, Don’t Let That Picture That
They Paint You In Reflection Turn Deception In Your Brain
You Want Respect? Then Give The Same (Uh)
Dealin’ With Some Real Shit, They Fakin’ Beef, We [?]
Call It Competition, Feel More Like It’s Class Participation
Get The Gloves Out, Banger, Banger
It Ain’t No Love Down South, Memories Painful
My Patna Got The Plug Down South, Cartagena
Flew To Colombia, Work Muchos Buenos
Shawty, You Too Thugged Out (Gangsta, Gangsta)
Nah, Fu*k It, They Say You Too Tough
Exterior Black, Ugly And Rough (Yeah)
Inferior To Shirt And Ties, Suit With The Tux (Uh)
Tempered, You Fu*kity, Sick And Tired, He Turned Shit Up
Bear Wires, But Not A Bad Guy
You Know How Black Lives (Don’t) Matter
We See The Dead-end, The Pattern Apply
Don’t Feel Pity, Throw A Party, Nigga, Pass Me The Mic
I Be Thinkin’ Maybe Martin Was Wrong, Malcolm Was Right
[Chorus]
Fu*k It, We Thugged Out, Gangsta, Gangsta
Everybody Bugged Out, Armed And Dangerous
Drained And Drugged Out, Anxious, Ain’t You?
Banged Up, Banger (Look At This)
Tell Them B!tches Stop Playin’ With Us
[Bridge]
Gangsta, Gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, Gangsta
Uh, Look, Yeah
[Verse 2]
I Left The Flame, They Hit That Game But Had To Park On The Dick
Took Everything From Out The Whip Besides The Change And The Stick
It’s Hella Dark, You Can’t See Shit Behind This Ten Percent Tint
I Should Get Five Percent Tint, I Been On Kind Of Mischief
Probably When I’m Ridin’ Through The City
Cops Think I’m Ridin’ ’round To Get It
Like I’m [?], Tryna Get Money, ’cause The Economy Is Shitty
Mind Your Business, Write Up The Ticket While I’m Windin’ Up The Window
[?] And This Time We Gotta Win It
You Know I’m All About The Business
[?] Kensington
Then Got My [?] Out The Free Market, Just Got Started Reminiscin’
’bout All Them Cars We Tried To Crack
Smash It, Them Doors We Used To Kick
Jack Shit, We Was Sleepin’ On The Floors, Way More Important To The Script
In Another Series Of Events, Lot Of Shit, It Be Very Infortunate
Like I Mentioned We Had The Game Finna Go, And I’m Feelin’ A Sudden Suspense
I Get In My Car, See Some Glass By The Door, And I’m Like, “Why The Fu*k Is This?”
I Knew What It Was, The Stadium Right In The Hood And My Window Was Busted
Now I Feel All The Blood, It’s Rushin’
Take A Second, A Minute, Adjustment
Had A Couple Things, But If They Ain’t Found My Bangin’,
They Ain’t Really Found Nothin’ (Come On, Bruh)
Thank God, Dang, You Little Niggas Took Everything,
From The Spare Tires, To The Spare Change
The Insurance Papers, And Some Blunt Spray
What The Fu*k Would They Want With That Anyway?
But We In Atlanta, You Could See The Channels, Man,
That Shit Gon’ Happen Every, Any Day
Might Not See Bandanas,
But He Squeeze The Hammer Like John Henry Tryna Beat The Train
Havin’ Fun With It, Bunch Of Young Nigga,
Tryna Feel Numb To The Pain
I Ain’t Trippin’ ’cause I Know Who Responsible,
It’s The Motherfu*kin’ They Be Claimin’
[Chorus]
We Too Thugged Out, Gangsta, Gangsta
Everybody Bugged Out, Armed And Dangerous
Drained And Drugged Out, Anxious, Ain’t You?
Banged Up, Banger (Look At This)
Tell Them B!tches Stop Playin’ With Us (Uh, Fu*k)
[Outro]
Gangsta, Gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, Gangsta
Haha
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