Lyrics

Bro just bought a Glock, he got a switch for **** heads
Catching my spines off the Glock and now he dead
Walk him down, we don't do run arounds cause **** scared
Bro secure the bag up off the seam and then he fled
**** said he talking on the gram like they be tough
Catching my spines off the Glock and now he stuffed
We don't show remotes, we put these **** in the trunk
Put it on my gram, miss I don't give a fuck
Shorty tried to line me, put a bullet to that noggin
Had to mask up because the coppers keep on watching
I be on the block so let me know if **** copping
Fuck your old rocks so **** know we tearing blocks up
Said he gon' shoot but he ain't do nothing when I popped up
This one for my guy, for the five throw the Glock up
Yeah we get up close but we can do it from a range
I don't wanna fuck your bitch, I heard her pussy stink
Walk the **** parties and I make they bitches faint
Bitches steady saying I be smelling like the bank
Picking me up, he got gas so I like vaping
Run down season so if you posted I'ma take it
Come and get it back, the nice and blunt and I ain't faking
Put em in the oven, I catch a opp and I'ma bake em
Marvin's room and I got the tools so I'ma drink em
Me and bro, we used to tip on **** at Lincoln
**** mean, fuck your history
Catch a opp and turn him to a memory
We don't show forgiveness so don't slip it out
**** try to tip on my big ass and it tickle me
Knock them **** out, left and right for trying to look at me
Walk around this bitch with big ice
Told that little bitch give me a kiss and goodnight
Told that little **** everything gon' be right
Bitch I'm not something, I'm trying to be nice
Bro be outside, he be selling that white
I just be bidding, this ranch should be light
I just be bidding, this ranch should be light
Written by: Isaiah Mott
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