Glizock & Wizop (feat. Key Glock)

Aye, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, ****, you not

Pistol in the party, these young **** with me too hot

I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox

Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god, aye

Long live my **** Flippa, bitch, you see these blue rocks

Aye, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much

Aye, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups

Aye, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

It's Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon' be hard to stop

Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin' that pistol like a cop

Wouldn't give me my flowers, I rewarded myself and bought a watch

Took the fork and scraped the pot, it's off the eye, I shake the pot

I can't put no money in no **** who ain't worth it, dawg

Confiscated my necklace 'cause these suckers didn't deserve it, y'all

Seventeen summers later, showin' no signs of fallin' off

I didn't even imagine I'd be ballin' how I'm ballin' now

**** tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount

Killers took, don't bring 'em up, it's round 'em if I bring 'em out

Oh, you got a crash dummy, think before you send him off

His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin', dawg

Aye, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, ****, you not

Pistol in the party, these young **** with me too hot

I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox

Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god, aye

Long live my **** Flippa, bitch, you see these blue rocks

Aye, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much

Aye, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups

Aye, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks, yeah

Blue bucks

Baby, I get too much

Motherfuckin' money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked

I'm still the same youngin', the only thing, my money grew up

It be the same **** talkin' 'bout slidin' and ain't shootin' nothin'

Yeah, bitch, I'm all about my bread, every crouton

Yeah, I just cut a check and bitch off like a coupon

Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred

Uh, young **** keep the heat up on 'em, Jimmy Bond

Aye, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, ****, you not

Pistol in the party, these young **** with me too hot

I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox

Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god, aye

Long live my **** Flippa, bitch, you see these blue rocks

Aye, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much

Aye, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups

Aye, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks