Glizock & Wizop (feat. Key Glock)

(BandPlay) G-Lock Yeah Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (yeah) Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (yeah) I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah) Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (bitch), you see these blue rocks (yep) Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks It's Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon' be hard to stop Zone six to South Memphis, totin' that pistol like a cop Wouldn't give me my flowers, I rewarded myself and bought a watch (burr) Took the fork and scraped the pot (skrrt), it's off the eye, I shake the pot I can't put no money in no niggas who ain't worth it, dawg (no) Confiscated my necklace 'cause these suckers didn't deserve it, y'all (pussy) Seventeen summers later, showin' no signs of fallin' off (well, damn) I didn't even imagine I'd be ballin' how I'm ballin' now (go, go) Niggas tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount (wrong) 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 (huh?) His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin', dawg (yeah) Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (yeah) Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (yeah) I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah) Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (bitch), you see these blue rocks (yep) Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups Ayy, 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 niggas 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 Um, young nigga keep the heat up on 'em, Jimmy Bun Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (yeah) Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (yeah) I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (yeah) Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (bitch), you see these blue rocks (yep) Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks