Double Glock
Running all these bands
Running all these bands
Ooh!
Yeah, yeah
Double glock my hands with two holsters on my hip
I'm a young enriching man and I'm horny as a bitch
Double G my outfit like it's 2006
All this reefer in my hands like I hit a fucking lick
Pulling up in a fucking Rover
I need that money, I get it fasho
Let me pull your bitch off of my dick, she off that Coca-Cola
Running them up until it's over
I need that money, I get it fasho
Leave your man like fetty with no eye, put him in glockcoma
Yeah, yeah
Feel like I been running off the juice
Yeah
Feel like I been running off the juice
If you don't got no fetty I can't fuck with you I'm gone
Doubles in my holsters, I got two guns, let's get it on
Put your mans up on a poster, I'm gon' roll up then he gone
I been rolling since a youngin', now when I roll up, they gon' run
Don't go playing with your life, cause you only live once
See how the way I be toting the beam, I need that money fasho
She wanna fuck up on my team, she gon' have to show she mean shit
See how I been rapping off this shits a bop, I ain't dreaming
Your bitch took my kids just from her top, now she cleaning
Yeah, yeah
Your bitch gave me top, why the fuck she now cleaning
Why the fuck that bitch cleaning
Yeah, yeah
Double glock my hands with two holsters on my hip
I'm a young enriching man and I'm horny as a bitch
Double G my outfit like it's 2006
All this reefer in my hands like I hit a fucking lick
Pulling up in a fucking Rover
I need that money, I get it fasho
Let me pull your bitch off of my dick, she off that Coca-Cola
Running them up until it's over
I need that money, I get it fasho
Leave your man like fetty with no eye put him in glockcoma
Yeah, yeah
Put that muh' fuck in some glockcoma
Yeah
Got your bitches like a bee, how she tryna take my honey
I been feinding for the cheese, got my stomach fucking rumbling
Back when I was saying cheese, never knew what I'd be smuggling
Drugs up in the underwear, rap songs I was mumbling
Ooh, feel like my face falling off my body, I'm too faded
Groupies tryna' get inside my pockets, I'm sick of it
Yeah, yeah
Running all these bands
Ooh!
Yeah, yeah
Double glock my hands with two holsters on my hip
I'm a young enriching man and I'm horny as a bitch
Double G my outfit like it's 2006
All this reefer in my hands like I hit a fucking lick
Pulling up in a fucking Rover
I need that money, I get it fasho
Let me pull your bitch off of my dick, she off that Coca-Cola
Running them up until it's over
I need that money, I get it fasho
Leave your man like fetty with no eye, put him in glockcoma
Yeah, yeah
Feel like I been running off the juice
Yeah
Feel like I been running off the juice
If you don't got no fetty I can't fuck with you I'm gone
Doubles in my holsters, I got two guns, let's get it on
Put your mans up on a poster, I'm gon' roll up then he gone
I been rolling since a youngin', now when I roll up, they gon' run
Don't go playing with your life, cause you only live once
See how the way I be toting the beam, I need that money fasho
She wanna fuck up on my team, she gon' have to show she mean shit
See how I been rapping off this shits a bop, I ain't dreaming
Your bitch took my kids just from her top, now she cleaning
Yeah, yeah
Your bitch gave me top, why the fuck she now cleaning
Why the fuck that bitch cleaning
Yeah, yeah
Double glock my hands with two holsters on my hip
I'm a young enriching man and I'm horny as a bitch
Double G my outfit like it's 2006
All this reefer in my hands like I hit a fucking lick
Pulling up in a fucking Rover
I need that money, I get it fasho
Let me pull your bitch off of my dick, she off that Coca-Cola
Running them up until it's over
I need that money, I get it fasho
Leave your man like fetty with no eye put him in glockcoma
Yeah, yeah
Put that muh' fuck in some glockcoma
Yeah
Got your bitches like a bee, how she tryna take my honey
I been feinding for the cheese, got my stomach fucking rumbling
Back when I was saying cheese, never knew what I'd be smuggling
Drugs up in the underwear, rap songs I was mumbling
Ooh, feel like my face falling off my body, I'm too faded
Groupies tryna' get inside my pockets, I'm sick of it
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Dylan Ben-hayon
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