Lyrics
Ima pop my gun
I ain lackin hoe my glizzy tucked
I was tryna slide
Ain have a ride I'm walkin through The cut
We jus had some hoes and
Trell ain hit so now he mad as fuck
felt that fye and got to hoppin
Made em double Dutch
Hoola hoop he jumpin ropes
This ARP came with a scope
Suck my dick then clean it up
I turn around and blocked the hoe
Know we winning check the score
Hellcat jus crank and go
Knew she wasn't a ten
Im on the drank i hit her on the floor
Flip the switch and now he gone i
Chased that boy through Martin Holmes
Free Dk up out that cell
He freestying on speaker phone
Drop a bag get em wacked
Speed chase they took my scat
**** bring me nine hundred if you Want yo Glizzy back
Pussy i say if you want yo glizzy back
I say **** bring me nine hundreds If you want yo glizzy back
Ima pop my gun
I ain lackin hoe my glizzy tucked
I was tryna slide
Ain have a ride I'm walkin through the cut
We jus had some hoes and
Trell ain hit now he mad as fuck
Felt that fye and got to hoppin
Made em double Dutch
And we known for spinning with That heat jus like dewayne wade
I hop out on feet i like to creep and let my glizzy sang
I just lost two hundred on the dice Come back Rob the game
He gone meet his dead brother if he Try and get my chain
Step on Shit in retro fives
Genfour this bitch a nine
If i had two nickels in my pocket i Wouldn't drop a dime
Cartier can't check the time
She call the phone i hit decline
**** tried to tax me for a blicky Now that glizzy mines
Step on Shi in retro fives
Genfour this bitch a nine
If i had two nickels in my pocket i wouldn't drop a dime
Cartier can't check the time
She call the phone i hit decline
**** tried to tax me for a blicky now that glizzy mines
Written by: demarion tyquan cooper
