GLOCC 2 ( FREESTYLE )
I fuck with this deagle
This bitch be all chrome
But if it ain't a GLOCC
Bitch leave me alone
I'm coming through
With a whole lot of Vlone
When I run through your home
Have your bitch give me dome
Yeah, hop on the scene
She wanna make movies
But why make a movie?
I'm gone by the morning
But if she wanna sleep,
Then I'm with it, I'm yawning
Forty just loaded up
Another motherfucker in the trunk
And we finna go hunt em
I just be snacking the opps
Like the munchies
The laser on bottom
But she be on top
And she bounce like a bungee
While I'm throwing them hunnids
And smoking that gas
We roll with no paper
Cause, why waste the paper?
Let's keep stacking cash
Pop me a bean
Like a rocket I blast
She hating my music
Told her to chill
Cause the ice on my wrist
Finna pay all her bills
Cause I stack what I'm moving
You keep watching me
You gon' lose it
You're dreaming, I've seen it
I've been shot a rouger
But in love with the GLOCCS
Cause they keep on reloading
I told her to pass me the clips
Next thing you know
Her hand on my dick
I told her relax
I gave her smack
I'll split you the lick
If you don't hit the dips
Cause I got a GLOCC
.40 cal up in the box
I'd say he a lick
But he ain't got a lot
I been popping the molly
I'm off of the rocks
She touching my GLOCC
Told her suck on my cock
When we up in the coupe
We call it a pit
When we open the door
We banana his split
With a banana clip
Slap his body right up on the concrete
We pour it, we mix it
We hop in the lobby
And start up a mission
We finish the mission
Then hop out the lobby
We closing the top of the bottle
We pull on the gas
And we pull on throttle
She so disrespectful
Told her stop arguing
Send me the addy, we barging in
Got money, stop bargaining
She on the leash, stop barking bitch
And I fuck with the gang
I was raised in the mix
When I open the door
I put 2 in his lip
I could fuck on this bitch
But I'd rather be lit
With this henny, I'm sippin'
I'm pouring the drinks
And we up in his dreams
Like we Kruger and shit
And we hop out the whip
With a rouger and shit
Extended clip long like a ruler, it fits
And we lighten the opps with a BIC
And I'm passing the bricks like I'm Vic
Yeah
(Get caught in the mix,
I've been making them hits
And I just hit the bank)
(Forty got 2 in the tank,
And we loosen the opps with a crank)
(And we cranking the opps with a tank
And we smoking the gas, it be dank)
Ha, and I just hit the bank
Forty got 2 in the tank
And we loosen the opps with a crank
And we cranking the opps with a tank
Smoking the gas it be dank
And I'm rolling the lead with a rake
And I'm with the whole gang in the paint
You in the grass with the snakes
You with the snakes in the grass
We rolling a wood in the back
And we backing the wood with a sack
When we taking his top
Forty got 2 in GLOCC
Forty got 22 shots in the GLOCC
All my opps
They friends with the cops
And we up on his block
And the gang got the chop'
But I'm clutch with the stick
Leaking, he need him a fix
Bleeding, he need him a doctor
The medics, they rush to the hospital
Popping his top like a popsicle
Chewing on ice
Forty got smoke in the pipes
Forty got lasers
Red dots with a sight
When we see him
We catch him on sight
(Yeah)
This bitch be all chrome
But if it ain't a GLOCC
Bitch leave me alone
I'm coming through
With a whole lot of Vlone
When I run through your home
Have your bitch give me dome
Yeah, hop on the scene
She wanna make movies
But why make a movie?
I'm gone by the morning
But if she wanna sleep,
Then I'm with it, I'm yawning
Forty just loaded up
Another motherfucker in the trunk
And we finna go hunt em
I just be snacking the opps
Like the munchies
The laser on bottom
But she be on top
And she bounce like a bungee
While I'm throwing them hunnids
And smoking that gas
We roll with no paper
Cause, why waste the paper?
Let's keep stacking cash
Pop me a bean
Like a rocket I blast
She hating my music
Told her to chill
Cause the ice on my wrist
Finna pay all her bills
Cause I stack what I'm moving
You keep watching me
You gon' lose it
You're dreaming, I've seen it
I've been shot a rouger
But in love with the GLOCCS
Cause they keep on reloading
I told her to pass me the clips
Next thing you know
Her hand on my dick
I told her relax
I gave her smack
I'll split you the lick
If you don't hit the dips
Cause I got a GLOCC
.40 cal up in the box
I'd say he a lick
But he ain't got a lot
I been popping the molly
I'm off of the rocks
She touching my GLOCC
Told her suck on my cock
When we up in the coupe
We call it a pit
When we open the door
We banana his split
With a banana clip
Slap his body right up on the concrete
We pour it, we mix it
We hop in the lobby
And start up a mission
We finish the mission
Then hop out the lobby
We closing the top of the bottle
We pull on the gas
And we pull on throttle
She so disrespectful
Told her stop arguing
Send me the addy, we barging in
Got money, stop bargaining
She on the leash, stop barking bitch
And I fuck with the gang
I was raised in the mix
When I open the door
I put 2 in his lip
I could fuck on this bitch
But I'd rather be lit
With this henny, I'm sippin'
I'm pouring the drinks
And we up in his dreams
Like we Kruger and shit
And we hop out the whip
With a rouger and shit
Extended clip long like a ruler, it fits
And we lighten the opps with a BIC
And I'm passing the bricks like I'm Vic
Yeah
(Get caught in the mix,
I've been making them hits
And I just hit the bank)
(Forty got 2 in the tank,
And we loosen the opps with a crank)
(And we cranking the opps with a tank
And we smoking the gas, it be dank)
Ha, and I just hit the bank
Forty got 2 in the tank
And we loosen the opps with a crank
And we cranking the opps with a tank
Smoking the gas it be dank
And I'm rolling the lead with a rake
And I'm with the whole gang in the paint
You in the grass with the snakes
You with the snakes in the grass
We rolling a wood in the back
And we backing the wood with a sack
When we taking his top
Forty got 2 in GLOCC
Forty got 22 shots in the GLOCC
All my opps
They friends with the cops
And we up on his block
And the gang got the chop'
But I'm clutch with the stick
Leaking, he need him a fix
Bleeding, he need him a doctor
The medics, they rush to the hospital
Popping his top like a popsicle
Chewing on ice
Forty got smoke in the pipes
Forty got lasers
Red dots with a sight
When we see him
We catch him on sight
(Yeah)
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