Big Chev Freestyle (intro)

Big Chev made this one for me
Glock Tape 3
Pull up on scene
Glock on me when I'm going O.T
5% tint when I'm up in the V
Got a mask on my face and you can not describe me
Niggas outside but you cant get beside me
Fold niggas up but I dont do Pilates
Big facts, say that
High speed chase when they got me in Fairfax
Skurrt
15k and she dance
16 shot when I'm taking my stance
17 hoes imma fuck in advance
And I'm up 18k so I dont gotta finance
Glock 19 fit good in my pants
Red dot beam and you dont have a chance
Cocaine plug will make your nose dance
Morphine plug and he's driving an ambulance

Straight out the mud to the top
I could tell you aint fucking with me
When the beat drop
Flow so sick and it might need a Biops
Shot in the face now that nigga is a cyclops
Come any closer get fold like a laptop
DannyGlockShots put your blood on a backdrop
I got a big Glock
BOW
Big AK came straight from the chop shop
RZA
You already know who it is
6 years old dont call me no kid
I got the hits
And I never miss
I got the money keep minding your business
Runnin the block I aint talking fitness
You better be thankful you're able to witness
Danny on top better play your position
Ya niggas is fake and I talk what I'm living in

I got the racks and I aint talking Pamela
DannyGlockShots you know more than a camera
Run up on niggas like I got the stamina
Put you up top and I aint talkin Cananda
Lyrics is harder
Beats are harder
Drip for my hoes I aint talkin gardeners
Sipping the Casa but I like it darker
Everyday walking down streets like I'm Arthur
Everyday pockets to fat like the Parkers
Everyday out in the field like a starter
Pockets so fat I say "we the best
Yall niggas and me I dont think thats a contest
Made a few bands on the Covid scene
Made a few bands on ya bitch cuz she feen
Bust on her face and her skin so clean
Maybe she's born with it maybe its Maybelline

Takin no loss I aint takin no setback
My worst song is really your best track
Fly to the moon like I got me a jetpack
Pop me a perc and I got me a neck tat
I got no cares
I got no fears
Stack to the ceiling it feels like I racketeer
Stack it up high all the way to the atmosphere
Got 3 Glocks and I call em the musketeers
Got 3 thots and they suckin up all my peers
Damn
Bussin a nut on veneers
I told you before I dont have no cares
I pull out the glock then they run up the stairs
I purchase some new clips and they come in pairs
I purchase some new drip I aint talking Sears
Glock Tape 3 in your ear
This aint Glock Tape 2 that shit was from last year



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Box
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link