Lyrics

Glah Glah Why these opp niggas runnin' and shit? Like bend through with my gun and my clip Like, and these bitches is bummy and shit Why she be fuckin' for money and shit Like she a thot give' it up for a Lyft What? She like to vibe with the members Tryna line us, on bro, I'ma end her Get-back gang like, glah, glah, glah Dri-drive-by Ootin' from deep Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed And we not gon' slide til' he sleep Hang out the V like "It's KR Da G" He tried to creep, but he thought I ain't peep (like what?) Quick draw, oot 'em like Thompson (damn) B-Beam on his face, I'ma drop 'em Spin through his strip before I spot 'em, pop 'em He-he feelin' tough, I'ma flock 'em Gun jam up, he get beat with the rocket Spin through, hole in his noggin Like damn, glah, glah She a thot, she think she grown You not my bitch, I'm just tryna get right Jenn-Jenn got the Wock, mix it with Sprite Like, on your block and I don't wanna fight I'm too-I'm too hot, I be smokin' on dead opps (Lotti) Like what? Don't run, got a red dot Headshot gang, what the fuck is a leg shot We got ooters, so don't get your head popped (damn) Lil' thotty, she wanna be next to me (like damn) She want the 'migos and Hennessy (huh?) It's a function, let's get jiggy Like-like what? Don't pass me the Whitney Like damn, pray it don't stop He tried to run, he got put in a box, what Everything dead when I step in the room, moonwalk Get sent to the top Like, and I don't gotta diss to be hot Gun jam up, he gettin' beat with the Glock Li-like what? Don't get a bro popped I'm too tac', can't set no drop Damn, and I mean all the shit that I did (like damn) Won't forget all the shots that I threw (like what?) Twin Glocks, Oot at his crew My bitch a baddie, the gun in her shoe (glah, glah, glah) Like throw three, you throw two (throw what?) Dissin' the gang, get slimed like goo (like what?) Li-Like what? Get high like Buu She like, "I get fly like you" Niggas see me, heart start pumpin' I told bro, "Don't stop, keep dumpin"' Like damn, up that Gumbo Two, two fast like damn, don't run bro Killler-killer, I bet he won't kill again Bitch if I miss, I'ma spin again Spin through your strip, swear the G gonna finish them Run down, but the beam-on is what Why these opp niggas runnin' and shit (like damn) Bend through with my gun and my clip Like and these bitches is bummy and shit Why she be fuckin' for money and shit Like she a thot give it up for a Lyft What? She like to vibe with the members Tryna line us, on bro, I'ma end her Get-back gang like, glah, glah Drive-by Ootin' from deep Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed And we not gon' stop til he sleep Hang out the V like it's KR Da G He tried to creep, but he throw that AP (like what?) Quick draw, oot 'em like Thompson (damn) Beam on his face, I'ma drop 'em Spin through his strip before I spot 'em, pop 'em Glah Like what? Like damn KR
Writer(s): Kshawn Hunter, Marc Anthony Alier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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