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Grrah (Grrah, grrah) Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom (Boom) Uh-huh Is this GLVCK? I hit the Lotti, now I'm feelin' different (And I'm feelin-) Pop a perc and then go on a mission (Then go to the opps) Two Goons, two guns, can't miss 'em (Won't miss 'em) Bet he hop when them shots don't miss him (Grrah-grrah) I know a opp with a thot as a sister (Treesha) Got a dot on my Glock, can't miss him (Won't miss 'em) My brodie, he thuggin' and buggin' (He thuggin' and buggin') He see the opps, he ain't stoppin' for nothin' (Uh-huh) Oh, you active 'cause you tote a gun? ('Cause you tote a what?) Bitch, I'm active cause I let it dump ('Cause I really shoot it) And this thotty active, like, she wanna rump Thotties on thotties, I'm just havin' fun Knockas on knockas if he try to front (If he try to-) I don't go for alley's, I go for the dunk Leave his ass flat by the base line Brodie get to shootin', no, he don't waste time (Waste time) And I keep that shit by the waste line (Uh-huh) And I'm uppin' it quick, like I'm Wick (Like I'm Wick) She act boujee, I just wanna hit (I just wanna fuck) Brodie locked 'cause he just did a hit I did a lot so I'm stuck in this shit (Stuck in this shit) And when I see the opps, I be dumpin' and shit (Grrah-grrah-grrah) If it's up then we leavin' it there (Then we leavin' it there) Like my steak done medium rare (Medium rare) Redbone, light skin, weave in her hair (Weave in her shit) Give her check then she leavin' em there Brodie, walk up, creep from the rear (Creepin' up far) Too smooth, he ain't see he was there (Grra-hgrrah) Subi ball like PG (Ballin' like he 30) Pop out, he like 3D (Pop out, he like, "What?") If he run, I be hittin' his figi (He get hit in his matha) Thotties, they pop out, they just wanna see me, like (Uh-huh) Feelin' like I'm Weezy (Like) No Young Money, but I get the guala (But I get that guala) You wanna fuck? Gotta pay by the hour (Gotta pay by the) He a bum, need to give him a dollar (Like, damn) Boy, you can run, but them bullets gon' shower (Grrah) You like forty, we know you a coward (Coward) Up this .40, like, you better move (You better move) Off the Henny, don't fuck up my mood Uh-huh Off the henny, don't fuck up my bop A lot of shit changed since Shoot or Get Shot Die Y, you know I'ma ride for my block (Die Y) Once they talk on BDiddy, bodies gotta drop 51st, I'm tryna bend that shit Every shot in this clip, I'ma send that shit (Bow-bow-bow) I put the O to the Y and the O to the G But I had to the end that shit Think you active 'cause you got a sitchy? I'm wit' the Oz and the 150 'Rippies Niggas dumb if they ever gon' get me Last nigga got shot four times tryna blitz me See the opps and I'm stacked to the top "How you famous and still tryna flock?" 'Cause I really rap what I live I can't die on my strip, I can't go out like G-Pop I hit the Lotti, now i'm feelin' different (And I'm feelin-) Pop a perc, and then go on a mission (Then go to the opps) Two goons, two guns, can't miss em (Two goons, two g-) Bet he hop when them shots don't miss him (Bet he hop) I know a opp with a thot as a sister (Uh-huh) Got a dot on my Glock, can't miss him (Grrah-grrah-grrah) My brodie, he thuggin' and buggin' (He thuggin' and buggin') He see the opps, he ain't stoppin' for nothin' (Uh-huh) Oh, you active cause you tote a gun? (What?) Bitch, I'm active 'cause I let it dump And this thotty active like she wanna rump Thotties on thotties, I'm just havin' fun (Uh-huh) Knockas on knockas if he try to front (If he try to-) I don't go for alley's, I go for the dunk Leave his ass flat by the base line Brodie get to shootin', no, he don't waste time (Waste time) Brodie like, "You better move" Nigga a coward Try to run but them bullets gon' shower Nigga, you a goofy, like We gon' make a movie We catch em lackin', we give em a 2 piece Like
Writer(s): Chalim Perry, Jordan Morris, Qwayshawn Cannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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