Glove Box (feat. Itzkj)
Dont keep that shit in the glove box
Incase a nigga hawking down we got them guns out (Haa)
Dont keep that shit in the glove box
Incase a nigga hawking down we got them guns out
Ayee
What
Bitch
Its boom a man
Dont keep that shit in the glove box
Incase a nigga hawking down we got them guns out
If we aint got it then we want it now
Just give it up for like a dog we put that boy down
These niggas got me on some shiesty shit
Showed they true colors once before but i aint peep that shit
Just glad they showed me at the time they did
So i can shit niggas every fucking chance i get
Bitch im a boss i aint explaining shit
Phone be dry so when im litt aint trynna hear that shit
Niggas say im like they mother kid ion think niggas know
What the fuck a brother is
Smoking weed up out the paper bitch dont call me wiz
I seen niggas wearing shit that we already did
Keep that glock rite on ya side bro when you getting in
Incase a nigga on the side bro then we let em hear it
Energy be different nigga heavy weight
Counting cake
Niggas that aint grinding dont deserve a plate
Choppa going blocka send they ass to space
Different way money coming swiftly nigga no delay
Rolling up a spliff and it aint nun bout it
I got exotic all my plugs they gotta hold a rocket
It aint no stopping when we pull up its the foreigns popping
Aint leave the stu in like a week but i still get a profit bitch
Everything be drippy aint no talking bout it
Lot of times they had a issue but they walked around it
Im at my best they aint see nothing but they want me frowning
But fuck it for every hater imma get a thousand bitch
Im on a mission to 100 thousand
Member days looking crazy had the bitch styling
Cartier lens busted down ears yea a nigga wildin
Now a days in the spot got the bitches piled in
A smith and wesson cause i know they watching
Stripper bitches know the vibes im in the spot we locked in
Im off the 1942 i know these bitches spot it
You feel me
Pour up a cup and all my niggas got it
Feel me
Fuck they bitch and send the vid we clowning ayee
Aint worried bout my niggas bitch we count it up
Big dog dont confuse me for no pup
Ask them niggas they already know whats up
Incase a nigga hawking down we got them guns out (Haa)
Dont keep that shit in the glove box
Incase a nigga hawking down we got them guns out
Ayee
What
Bitch
Its boom a man
Dont keep that shit in the glove box
Incase a nigga hawking down we got them guns out
If we aint got it then we want it now
Just give it up for like a dog we put that boy down
These niggas got me on some shiesty shit
Showed they true colors once before but i aint peep that shit
Just glad they showed me at the time they did
So i can shit niggas every fucking chance i get
Bitch im a boss i aint explaining shit
Phone be dry so when im litt aint trynna hear that shit
Niggas say im like they mother kid ion think niggas know
What the fuck a brother is
Smoking weed up out the paper bitch dont call me wiz
I seen niggas wearing shit that we already did
Keep that glock rite on ya side bro when you getting in
Incase a nigga on the side bro then we let em hear it
Energy be different nigga heavy weight
Counting cake
Niggas that aint grinding dont deserve a plate
Choppa going blocka send they ass to space
Different way money coming swiftly nigga no delay
Rolling up a spliff and it aint nun bout it
I got exotic all my plugs they gotta hold a rocket
It aint no stopping when we pull up its the foreigns popping
Aint leave the stu in like a week but i still get a profit bitch
Everything be drippy aint no talking bout it
Lot of times they had a issue but they walked around it
Im at my best they aint see nothing but they want me frowning
But fuck it for every hater imma get a thousand bitch
Im on a mission to 100 thousand
Member days looking crazy had the bitch styling
Cartier lens busted down ears yea a nigga wildin
Now a days in the spot got the bitches piled in
A smith and wesson cause i know they watching
Stripper bitches know the vibes im in the spot we locked in
Im off the 1942 i know these bitches spot it
You feel me
Pour up a cup and all my niggas got it
Feel me
Fuck they bitch and send the vid we clowning ayee
Aint worried bout my niggas bitch we count it up
Big dog dont confuse me for no pup
Ask them niggas they already know whats up
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Brown
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