Glizzy Gang - Glock Boyz lyrics
[Glizzy Gang - Glock Boyz lyrics]
GG baby murda
GG we on fire like the fcking Hot Boyz
Now I keep that pistol get your ass pop boy
I be on the corner running from the cops boy
Get it how you live we be counting racks boy
Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy
Play with my homeboys you gon
Meet the Glock boyz
Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy
Play with my homeboys you gon
Meet the Glock boyz
Fck your trap boy, that ain’t no trap boy
Trash bags and drugs in my fcking trap boy
Police kick the door boutta play the bad boy
I ain’t going down now I’ma shoot it out boy
Bottles on the way youngins in the club boy
Standing on the couches throwing
On my guns boy
She a good girl but she into bad boys
All that rah rah shit
Y’all just make me laugh boy
Leeching off the last man you
Should be ashamed boy
Mnd your fcking business stay in
Your fcking lane boy
You can’t shoot for shit nigga
Get some fcking aim boy
Glizzy Gang for life that act
The fcking chain boy
Bitch I’m here honcho you a little bitty boy
Bitch I think I’m John Doe don’t
Come to my city boy
Gli- Glizzy I’m so bad I got all the jury boy
You think I’m the lick but
You really scared boy luber time my touch
Cli click in my broke who dat I dunno
Bobby gotta go
And bitch I still be posting on the low
Shoot a nigga shit up then
We headed to the show
I’m so fly boy, I’m so high boy
I’m arrogant as fck my ass I hide boy
Glizzy Gang for life they think
You out the gang boy
My money come out proper that
Shit ain’t the sprite boy
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)
GG we on fire like the fcking Hot Boyz
Now I keep that pistol get your ass pop boy
I be on the corner running from the cops boy
Get it how you live we be counting racks boy
Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy
Play with my homeboys you gon
Meet the Glock boyz
Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy
Play with my homeboys you gon
Meet the Glock boyz
Fck your trap boy, that ain’t no trap boy
Trash bags and drugs in my fcking trap boy
Police kick the door boutta play the bad boy
I ain’t going down now I’ma shoot it out boy
Bottles on the way youngins in the club boy
Standing on the couches throwing
On my guns boy
She a good girl but she into bad boys
All that rah rah shit
Y’all just make me laugh boy
Leeching off the last man you
Should be ashamed boy
Mnd your fcking business stay in
Your fcking lane boy
You can’t shoot for shit nigga
Get some fcking aim boy
Glizzy Gang for life that act
The fcking chain boy
Bitch I’m here honcho you a little bitty boy
Bitch I think I’m John Doe don’t
Come to my city boy
Gli- Glizzy I’m so bad I got all the jury boy
You think I’m the lick but
You really scared boy luber time my touch
Cli click in my broke who dat I dunno
Bobby gotta go
And bitch I still be posting on the low
Shoot a nigga shit up then
We headed to the show
I’m so fly boy, I’m so high boy
I’m arrogant as fck my ass I hide boy
Glizzy Gang for life they think
You out the gang boy
My money come out proper that
Shit ain’t the sprite boy
(Boy, boy, boy, boy)