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Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby) Look, look (Great John on the beat by the way) Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga Glocks and the beams with me I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go Shorty a baddie (shorty a baddie) So tell her, "Come dance on me like that" I'm tryna take her home and break her back I'm in the spot, I'm throwing all the racks But you know I spend it, get it right, hold on You know I spend it, get it right back Call up Great John, get a nigga boomed It's R.I.P. Pop, we gon' shake the room I catch a hater, heater to his face I bet you it be another cold case Bottles and models, we gon' get it litty They love when it's Winner's Circle in the city I got the coupe for the AMG Don't tell me slow down, knowing I'ma speed Don't tell me slow down, knowing this a race We balling, these hoes always just a waste Tell 'em, "Fuck the opps," done hit a few Stacking money like a Jew, and now Who these niggas wanna be? And I'm a gangster, you a wannabe Ayy, Glock chilling in my draws I up it and bust it, we don't fear the law Steady screaming, "Free my dawgs," like the leash missing, man Look, niggas know we cause damage (Bring them chop's out, bring them chop's out) .40 Glock curse, no manners (Clear the block out, clear the block out) Louis with me, no designer Got the ladder with 'em, ain't no climber (climber, ayy) Bitches loving my persona Know I make it hot just like a sauna Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga Glocks and the beams with me I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go Got them things with a nigga Glocks and the beams with me I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go They know the gang always on go Fuck it, let's turn up some more Uh, only close range shots when I blow Fuck it, we upping the score I told my shorty, "Make brains drop on the floor" Lil' nigga shoot like a pro' Hit up my jeweler, new chain, cop 'em, on froze Clutch if he getting too close With some hitters from Chiraq to Brooklyn He run up, .30 clap, leave him cookin' Hit his top 'til his line a lil' crooked On my body, designer, she looking Uh, she know that I'm different Ayy, it ain't hard to notice we winning Feel like I ain't been broke in a minute All my demons just wanna keep spinning (gang) Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga Glocks and the beams with me I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go Tell them, "Bust a move," got them things with a nigga Glocks and the beams with me I get bready, now she wanna hang with a nigga Tryna bring all her friends with me, like, huh They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go They know the gang always on, huh They know the gang always on go
Writer(s): Michael Kyle Williams, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Jeremy Soto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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