GLOCKS N PERKS (feat. RIP NOVEMBER) [Catslash Remix]
Diyo my amigo, even he know who the badder twin
Life for a life, watch the side that you standing in
Niggas is bitches, Richy ah hang 'em from a banister
It's eye for an eye, but it's do or die in that jam, nigga
Bop-bop, bleed 'em my brother feeding him a casket
Bruce Banner hit 'em and leave 'em hangin' like a lanyard
Rappers on some fake active shit, full faggot shit
The way we been fanning shit out ain't built for no God damn Instagram, nigga
Even God can't murk the vet
My dogs poppin' big glocks and Percocets
I'm a hot nigga, bitch bop and serve me neck
I'm a opp, niggas trying to pop and serve me death, nigga
Even the devil can't murk me
My niggas poppin' big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin'
Your bitch said that you need to start workin'
Niggas ain't gettin' money, niggas down bad, hurtin'
Ain't gettin' money, these niggas down bad, hurtin'
I fucked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I'm a player, nigga, you trying to save her (Oxy, I love you)
Dummy, dummy (Trying to save her)
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy (Dummy)
Nigga, you a dummy
(Niggas really bummy and that shit ain't funny
I put a lot on my money, what the bitch want from me)
(Ay, ay)
I got hoes in my comments, the fuck am I supposed to do
They just fuckin' wit' my ism, girl, this isn't about you
I'm really hard body, I'll prolly take your life with my crew
(Off the molly all jolly, lil baby, come through)
But yo phone gettin' took so you don't have a clue where we at wit' it
Bad bitches holdin' on my glock, we got mad switches
Burnin' all this gas leaking pathogens
Hood Vamp Taliban, Tokers Town, we savages
Even God can't murk the vet
My dogs poppin' big glocks and Percocets
I'm a hot nigga, bitch bop and serve me neck
I'm a opp, niggas trying to pop and serve me death, nigga
Even the devil can't murk me
My niggas poppin' big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin'
Your bitch said that you need to start workin'
Niggas ain't gettin' money, niggas down bad, hurtin'
Ain't gettin' money, these niggas down bad, hurtin'
I fucked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I'm a player (Aye)
(You trying to save her)
Came in this bitch on my lonesome
Why he claiming the sett, I don't know son
The devil tried taking me out of this world but I came back
That bitch was a close one
Now I gotta fuck bitches in foursomes
Have like four sons, give 'em mo' guns
Go get mo' funds
So I lowball, snowball the fuck out of the motion
Life for a life, watch the side that you standing in
Niggas is bitches, Richy ah hang 'em from a banister
It's eye for an eye, but it's do or die in that jam, nigga
Bop-bop, bleed 'em my brother feeding him a casket
Bruce Banner hit 'em and leave 'em hangin' like a lanyard
Rappers on some fake active shit, full faggot shit
The way we been fanning shit out ain't built for no God damn Instagram, nigga
Even God can't murk the vet
My dogs poppin' big glocks and Percocets
I'm a hot nigga, bitch bop and serve me neck
I'm a opp, niggas trying to pop and serve me death, nigga
Even the devil can't murk me
My niggas poppin' big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin'
Your bitch said that you need to start workin'
Niggas ain't gettin' money, niggas down bad, hurtin'
Ain't gettin' money, these niggas down bad, hurtin'
I fucked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I'm a player, nigga, you trying to save her (Oxy, I love you)
Dummy, dummy (Trying to save her)
Dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy, dummy
Dummy, nigga, you a dummy (Dummy)
Nigga, you a dummy
(Niggas really bummy and that shit ain't funny
I put a lot on my money, what the bitch want from me)
(Ay, ay)
I got hoes in my comments, the fuck am I supposed to do
They just fuckin' wit' my ism, girl, this isn't about you
I'm really hard body, I'll prolly take your life with my crew
(Off the molly all jolly, lil baby, come through)
But yo phone gettin' took so you don't have a clue where we at wit' it
Bad bitches holdin' on my glock, we got mad switches
Burnin' all this gas leaking pathogens
Hood Vamp Taliban, Tokers Town, we savages
Even God can't murk the vet
My dogs poppin' big glocks and Percocets
I'm a hot nigga, bitch bop and serve me neck
I'm a opp, niggas trying to pop and serve me death, nigga
Even the devil can't murk me
My niggas poppin' big metal and lil perkys
Only time I got stripped when police searchin'
Your bitch said that you need to start workin'
Niggas ain't gettin' money, niggas down bad, hurtin'
Ain't gettin' money, these niggas down bad, hurtin'
I fucked your hoe in a brand new jersey
I'm a player (Aye)
(You trying to save her)
Came in this bitch on my lonesome
Why he claiming the sett, I don't know son
The devil tried taking me out of this world but I came back
That bitch was a close one
Now I gotta fuck bitches in foursomes
Have like four sons, give 'em mo' guns
Go get mo' funds
So I lowball, snowball the fuck out of the motion
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Orozco
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.