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Taliband shit G-L-O-C-K (Sosa 808 got this B knockin', nigga, ayy) Y'all already know what the fuck (ayy), yeah I'm sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here" My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em) I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know They already know, huh, already know I got straps, uh (ayy) Already know I got stacks, uh (ayy), already know I got packs (ayy) I really been in the trap (yeah), I really ran through them sacks (I did) I got 2-9 warren sap (Glock), I fuck yo' bitch from the back then I burn her head like my back end, losin' count, it's gettin' depressin' These Memphis hoes love me like Elvis, I might change my last name to Presley Can't fall in love 'cause I'm too selfish, she give me face just like a selfie This lean got me Riercey R. Kelly, my niggas rollin' like Kelly They air force stompin' like Nelly Sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here" My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em) I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know They already know, yeah Already know I got hitters, yeah, already know I pull triggers, yeah Already know I'm that nigga, already know you ain't no killer All this ice make yo' bitch shiver, Promethazine eatin' my liver You know how I rock just like Jigga, stackin' Jacksons, I'm walkin' like thriller Yeah, that's somethin' you already know, yeah, bankroll so big need ya bulge, yeah My niggas they come take ya balls, yeah, my niggas they is so bold, yeah Run with my friends pourin' fours (fours), you ain't my friend, you a foe (you a foe) I run this shit, yeah, you know it, call me lil' Glock Jesse Owens I'm sippin' codeine, not the beer, these chandeliers drip off my ear I got the juice, Mr. Pure, I walk in and then the bitch cheer I make these hoes smile ear to ear, they like, "Look at this nigga here" My ice had her stuck like a deer, these niggas ain't none but some queers (look at 'em) I bring out them racks, yeah, you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know I bring out them racks, yeah you know, I count up 'til my thumb broke I'm strapped up just like G.I. Joe, that's somethin' they already know They already know (huh)
Writer(s): Brandon Parker, Markeyvius Cathey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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