lirik lagu bandgang biggs - glockboy biggs
[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
come on
yeah
ran my money up and i still ain’t catch a body
sellin’ ‘bows on the block, we just tryna make a profit
tryna slide, you better have a fast hook ’cause we’ll stop it
got a big glock .45, it can’t even fit in my pocket
i try to tell her i’m that n~gga, she lookin’ at me askin’, “who you is?”
play wit’ us like we some kids, you gon’ die before you live
they call me glockboy, the same day i met my n~gga richie, he have a cig
“you want a benz or a cat?” i’m like, “n~gga, it depends”
jamo, that’s my brother, wish they let him out the pen’
i done f~cked a lot of hoes, now i’m tryna f~ck some twins
if you ever see me running’, yeah, the cops is right behind me
these hoes do whatever i say, i’m the band~man like lonnie
my n~gga, i shoot and jump just like steph, perfect timin’
i’m always known to keep that heater, i’m the hottest
[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
i can get ya’ll mans hit, i can get ya’ll brotha hit
lil’ b~tch keep chewin’ on the d~ck, she think it’s doublemint
i ain’t in a drop ‘vette today, i’m in my brotha sh~t
we make lame n~ggas leave the party when we come in it
i’ll make a bad b~tch p~ssy squirt but i don’t cum in it
f~cked a bad b~tch on the beach and caught a sunburn
this a dead end, won’t make it out you make that one turn
left him on the porch, john doe, that n~gga unheard
[verse 3: the godfather]
the whip wrapped in 5% tint and the buff’s
if i don’t know you, i’mma clutch the bl!ck i see you walkin’ up
you ever seen a thousand ‘bows stacked up in a dump truck?
brodie squeeze when i bust
make ’em bleed, it’s a rush, know you heard about it
chase him down, pin him on the glass like he iguodala
off~white on a off night, probably do the pradas
yeah, he kept three hunnid, make him mad, he’ll f~ck yo’ momma
drum under the k, it’s hard as h~ll tryna duck a dolla’
n~gga, we the ones that get it back in blood
we got perc 10’s, m30’s, we got all the drugs
we got xd’s, ten milli’s, we bought all the guns
when them strikers hit the road, we finna go and have some fun
[verse 4: onfully]
i’m higher than a flight, they like, “when you gon’ depart?”
got the glock, got me feelin’ like jordan when i spark
i don’t wanna f~ck that b~tch, know that p~ssy smell tart
.762’s like a peppermint’ll break his jaw
got the money flowin’ through, that’s my main stream
if i don’t see you in the dark, then i turn on high beams
i’ll turn yo’ shirt into a jersey, f~ck a white tee
you hear crickets every time them boys mention him
runnin’ up that pape’ too fast, think i tore a limb
how you get on foot and chase him? you don’t put in legwork
she wanna use the p~ssy just to f~ck me, told her, “give the head first”
treat her like my son, tell her when they greet, you say, “yes, sir”
i’m in the club with a b~tch, i got it in her purse
i’on wanna see you cry when i shoot this uzi vert
2p’s got opp smoke loaded in the backpack
she tryna f~ck for some cheese, told her it’s a rat trap
i don’t really sleep, i just take a catnap
i sold his ass some soap thinkin’ it’s a crack~pack
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