Glocks & Nines

Yeah That's Lilkvffs On The Beat'
Yo Kvffs That Shit Hard'

Shoot wit the fire (fire) you couldn't die (die)
Run up a bag put my wrist in the pot (pot)
Glocks and the nines (nine) shooters on time (time)
Shoot up the mac in the back of the block (block)
Ice out my arm (arm) bitch I'm the don (don)
Look at these diamonds they look like they grown (grown)
Put the bitch on (on) callin my phone (phone)
Yeah she keep callin she can't let me go (go)

Back to back diamonds they slippin they drippin
The rocks they gon drip in the chain (chain)
Run that shit back in the back of the trap and
I'm bouta go ice out the gang (gang)
Put a lil drip on my wrist and my bitch and
My diamonds they drip in my chain (chain)
Trappin alot I been whippin the pot
Gotta do anything for the fame (fame)

Run up the money then fill up my pockets
Like I gotta go to the bank and deposit (bank)
Sippin on lean I been sippin on syrup
I gat lean in my cup I been smoking exotic (cup)
Pop me a xany then pop me an addy
Been poppin the pills I been poppin narcotics (pills)
Gettin the cash I been gettin the racks
I gon run it up fast like I'm runnin like sonic (fast)

I gotta hit me a bitch if she bad (bad)
Run up the bag I gon run it up fast (fast)
Chains on my neck yea the cost half a band (band)
Cookin and whippin the bangers no cap (cap)

Run up a hunnid the numbers in place (place)
I gat a lamb nd I'm swerving the wraith (wraith)
Spin in the lot wit ur bitch or you're bae (bae)
Makin the racks count a hunnid a day (day)

Shoot wit the fire (fire) you couldn't die (die)
Run up a bag put my wrist in the pot (pot)
Glocks and the nines (nine) shooters on time (time)
Shoot up the mac in the back of the block (block)
Ice out my arm (arm) bitch I'm the don (don)
Look at these diamonds they look like they grown (grown)
Put the bitch on (on) callin my phone (phone)
Yeah she keep callin she can't let me go (go)

Watch automatic the ap two tone (tone)
Hop in the lamb put my foot the the floor (floor)
Thinkin bout goin back to kicking in doors (doors)
Sippin on syrup bouta pour up a 4 (4)

Told the bitch come wit you're hoes attached (hoes)
She took the line up her nose she bad (nose)
Diamonds they look like the grown ain't glass (grown)
Add up the numbers i dont look back (noo)

Look like I done went and paid the bitch (look)
Bitches be duckin the flame dont miss (duck)
Put some respect on my name I'm it (name)
Pour up a four for the pain I'm litt (litt)

I put 2 shots in his brain cause he tried to test me
Now he gat shot (shots)
Wide body hop in the range been sippin on medicine
Sippin on wok (wok)
I'm wit my dawgs nd the gang we ride wit the glocks
Cant fuck wit no opps (nah)
Shooters they ride in the van you better watch out
Yeah you could get popped (bow)

Shooting up shoot up ur shot (shot)
Suit and tie bitch I'm the boss (boss)
Hold it up shoot wit the glock (glock)
Fuck it I might fuck ur thot (thot)

Shoot wit the fire (fire) you couldn't die (die)
Run up a bag put my wrist in the pot (pot)
Glocks and the nines (nine) shooters on time (time)
Shoot up the mac in the back of the block (block)
Ice out my arm (arm) bitch I'm the don (don)
Look at these diamonds they look like they grown (grown)
Put the bitch on (on) callin my phone (phone)
Yeah she keep callin she can't let me go (go)



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Kuffler
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