Toosii, Peso Chamberlain, GlitchMan - Bless Em lyrics

Ayy, ayy, yeah ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah

Let a nigga sneeze in this bitch
We gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy
We gon' test him these shoes fit weird
You can't fit in these sneakers
My niggas rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin'
Why you in my kitchen?

I be in the kitchen, cooking dope
Gettin' my arm strong no, I can't snitch
I can't go out like Armstrong
They say Glitch got juice like 2pac
Scared of throwin' hunnid band
Juggs in his shoebox
Don't tell me 'bout who the fuck you shot
Heard them boys plottin' on me
Went and bought a new Glock
Robbed on my b day, I was gettin' lunch meat
21, 2-0, no this shit jump street

Let a nigga sneeze in this bitch
We gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy
We gon' test him these shoes fit weird
You can't fit in these sneakers
My niggas rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin'
Why you in my kitchen?

Know you not water whippin'
Why you in my kitchen? And we'll run down
No shootin' from a distance
My clip can hold a fifty
I'm so inlove with Glizzys
And I don't trust no one
Got me thinkin' like "Who with me?"
Molly got a fifty, he'll run up
Cut you down my niggas outta jail
Now I'm really in my rounds
Pull up on an opp, ploww, ploww, lay him down
And all them real smackers, they don't talk
Don't make no sounds
And all them real smackers, they don't talk
Don't make no sounds
They don't talk, don't make no sounds
They don't talk, don't make no sounds

Let a nigga sneeze in this bitch
We gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy
We gon' test him these shoes fit weird
You can't fit in these sneakers
My niggas rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin'
Why you in my kitchen?

Big Glock and the AR too
Run down, show fuck niggas what the AR do
We gon' whack his head for
Tryna play my move
He wanna play too cool, so fuck it
That's what we do, fuck around
Put heat on 'em
He ain't Dapper Dan, got two Glocks
We put two G's on 'em
He wanna act like a bitch
Probably catch a charge
Just tryna beat all 'em we gon' put a C on
Him, fuck with the Voodoo, put V's on him

I had a long day
He was trappin' out the hallway
See you opp, we smack him in broad day
Catch him it's gonna be ball game
'Cause I moved to NC
Only reason I got a ball fake
And know it's niggas from New York
I was tryna
I'll probably smoke a nigga, he come to me
Ever tryna call truce
And I done slapped a beam on the Glock
Thats for the dark days

Let a nigga sneeze in this bitch
We gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy
We gon' test him these shoes fit weird
You can't fit in these sneakers
My niggas rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin'
Why you in my kitchen?