Badda TD, Rowdy Rebel - Glitch lyrics
Chad Marshall [East Flatbush, Brooklyn. USA.] - GS9 -
[Badda TD, Rowdy Rebel - Glitch lyrics]
Baby breeze
If they gave pay for being real
My nigga I would be rich
I put pain in all them sounds
They said I wouldn't be shit
Mama told me I'll prevail
I feed the streets with these nicks
My homie tired of the cell
He in the jail for these bricks
These chips, these chicks
I fell in love with the streets, bitch
Won't snitch, plead fifth
Life is a game, I'ma G glitch
G shit, don't miss
I shoot my shot on the beat, swish
Take risks, don't trip
They said we won't, then we both did
Old bitch, old shit
Ain't going back to that broke shit
Throw hit, go Rick
He wanna play give 'еm whole clip
They watching my life, it's a wholе clip
I put in that pain for the whole clique
I never switch on the bros, skip
To all them days where we tote grips
And a nigga ain't fine in the mornin'
Waking up mournin', missing my dawgies
For them niggas that think they on shit
Bro keep clips, he ain't missing no target
How we came from the mud, now we ballin'
Why I never drop, say a young nigga stallin'
Tried to sell me some Perc's, ain't want it
Working all night, ain't sleep from mornin'
If they gave pay for being real
My nigga I would be rich
I put pain in all them sounds
They said I wouldn't be shit
Mama told me I'll prevail
I feed the streets with these nicks
My homie tired of the cell
He in the jail for these bricks
These chips, these chicks
I fell in love with the streets, bitch
Won't snitch, plead fifth
Life is a game I'ma G glitch
G shit, don't miss
I shoot my shot on the beat, swish
Take risks, don't trip
They said we won't, then we both did
Man, don't get me back on my bullshit
Ridin' 'round with a full clip
Water dripping like a faucet
'Cause the shit on my neck it be costin'
I came a long way from this street shit
Runnin' round with my heat bitch
Runnin' round tryna cap shit
Runnin' round tryna whack shit no cap, bitch
They said all this trap shit
Run this rap shit (Rap shit)
But I ain't never trapped
I just whacked shit (Just whacked shit)
I tried to do scams it wasn't happening
Card wasn't cracking
Plus we always had action
Nigga, I do no chattin' (What?)
Only time you see me, chain snappin'
I mean no questions I'm asking my reaction
Fire, flttt, like a dragon (Baow, huh?)
Bitch, I'm pistol packin' (Huh?)
Bitch, I keep my ratchet
This fast, rappers start hatin', nigga, yeah
I get it cracking
Dipset, pull up on that nigga all in traffic
If they gave pay for being real, my nigga
I would be rich
I put pain in all them sounds
They said I wouldn't be shit
Mama told me I'll prevail
I feed the streets with these nicks
My homie tired of the cell
He in the jail for these bricks
These chips, these chicks
I fell in love with the streets, bitch
Won't snitch, plead fifth
Life is a game, I'ma G glitch
G shit, don't miss
I shoot my shot on the beat, swish
Take risks, don't trip
They said we won't, then we both did
Old bitch
If they gave pay for being real
My nigga I would be rich
I put pain in all them sounds
They said I wouldn't be shit
Mama told me I'll prevail
I feed the streets with these nicks
My homie tired of the cell
He in the jail for these bricks
These chips, these chicks
I fell in love with the streets, bitch
Won't snitch, plead fifth
Life is a game, I'ma G glitch
G shit, don't miss
I shoot my shot on the beat, swish
Take risks, don't trip
They said we won't, then we both did
Old bitch, old shit
Ain't going back to that broke shit
Throw hit, go Rick
He wanna play give 'еm whole clip
They watching my life, it's a wholе clip
I put in that pain for the whole clique
I never switch on the bros, skip
To all them days where we tote grips
And a nigga ain't fine in the mornin'
Waking up mournin', missing my dawgies
For them niggas that think they on shit
Bro keep clips, he ain't missing no target
How we came from the mud, now we ballin'
Why I never drop, say a young nigga stallin'
Tried to sell me some Perc's, ain't want it
Working all night, ain't sleep from mornin'
If they gave pay for being real
My nigga I would be rich
I put pain in all them sounds
They said I wouldn't be shit
Mama told me I'll prevail
I feed the streets with these nicks
My homie tired of the cell
He in the jail for these bricks
These chips, these chicks
I fell in love with the streets, bitch
Won't snitch, plead fifth
Life is a game I'ma G glitch
G shit, don't miss
I shoot my shot on the beat, swish
Take risks, don't trip
They said we won't, then we both did
Man, don't get me back on my bullshit
Ridin' 'round with a full clip
Water dripping like a faucet
'Cause the shit on my neck it be costin'
I came a long way from this street shit
Runnin' round with my heat bitch
Runnin' round tryna cap shit
Runnin' round tryna whack shit no cap, bitch
They said all this trap shit
Run this rap shit (Rap shit)
But I ain't never trapped
I just whacked shit (Just whacked shit)
I tried to do scams it wasn't happening
Card wasn't cracking
Plus we always had action
Nigga, I do no chattin' (What?)
Only time you see me, chain snappin'
I mean no questions I'm asking my reaction
Fire, flttt, like a dragon (Baow, huh?)
Bitch, I'm pistol packin' (Huh?)
Bitch, I keep my ratchet
This fast, rappers start hatin', nigga, yeah
I get it cracking
Dipset, pull up on that nigga all in traffic
If they gave pay for being real, my nigga
I would be rich
I put pain in all them sounds
They said I wouldn't be shit
Mama told me I'll prevail
I feed the streets with these nicks
My homie tired of the cell
He in the jail for these bricks
These chips, these chicks
I fell in love with the streets, bitch
Won't snitch, plead fifth
Life is a game, I'ma G glitch
G shit, don't miss
I shoot my shot on the beat, swish
Take risks, don't trip
They said we won't, then we both did
Old bitch