Gimme That

Bro gimme that 50
I keep 40s I keep 50s
I got Big GLTAOW he stay with me
Yeah
I call twin to shoot the jimmy
Oh yeah
He gon spin it till he dizzy
He can't hang with gang he rizzy
Uh

Trap house jumping shit be busy
All the drink might need a kidney
In the kitchen getting busy
We got dimes
Dubs and 50s
Wick the hottest in the bity
Ain't nobody fucking with me

GLTAOW
Trap house jumping the shit got motion
Backed out the GLTAOW got me shooting like Derozan
Diamonds on water they swim in the ocean

Wock in the cup you know that's the potion
Dump out the GLTAOW
I dump and reload it
Jump in the V
No check I'm ghosting
We can't fold so you know I ain't folding
Opp in the air this opp blunt kicking
Walk up close don't shoot from a distance
GLTAOW you know
Big GLTAOW ain't missing
Posted on the block and I'm scoring like Tristan
GLTAOW pass me the rock and imma shoot
Free Big Hect and they gotta free Two
Real right Grinchsta I'm stacking my blues
Opp got shot now the boy on the news

GLTAOW
UH
BIG GLTAOW



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Writer(s): Tyshawn Boyd
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