Trapboy Freddy, Shy Glizzy - Big Glock lyrics

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it
(yeah)

It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch
I'm big Glock'd up (bang bang)
If I got my chain on, bitch
I'm big rock'd up (yeah)
We put pressure in the city
Know they want us locked up (big pressure)
They can't do none 'bout
This shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up
(woo, yeah)

It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch
I'm big Glock'd up (pop, pop)
If I got my chain on, bitch
I'm big rock'd up (ice)
We put pressure in the city
Know they want us locked up
They can't do none 'bout
This shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up

Switch on this glizzy, I'm ridin' with
Glizzy, we ridin' through the city
Tryna dump all these bitches (skrrt)
My trap be jumping just like it's a business
My mama mad I took 30 to the dentist (boy)
Call 'forе you come, nigga
This ain't no dentist (hol' up)
Yeah, I takе change
I ain't takin' no pennies (nope)
2900 on a sneaker, no Skechers (ayy)
Four up in a Fanta, still sippin' Dr pepper
Cookin' up the dope
I think I got a little better
I ain't know no better
Shouldn't even have let up
Young nigga catch plays on a four wheeler
(skrrt) when I was growin' up
I wanted to be a dope dealer (trap)
Balmain jeans, nigga, double G socks (socks)
'42 bold like my shoe size
Front hold clip, nigga, yell it two time
Front hold clip, nigga, yell it two time

It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch
I'm big Glock'd up (bang bang)
If I got my chain on, bitch
I'm big rock'd up (yeah)
We put pressure in the city
Know they want us locked up (big pressure)
They can't do none 'bout
This shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up
(woo, yeah)

It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch
I'm big Glock'd up (pop, pop)
If I got my chain on, bitch
I'm big rock'd up (ice)
We put pressure in the city
Know they want us locked up
They can't do none 'bout
This shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up
(el jefe, homes)

Glizzy and Trapboy Freddy
You know this combination is so deadly (uh)
Bitch, they call me, "Jefe"
I'm a fuckin' boss, i do shit when I'm ready
(jefe) walkin' 'round with all these
Baguetties, cute Italian bitch
She only eat spaghetti (woo, ooh ooh)
Way I'm poppin' these Addys, I
Believe I could fly, bitch
Ain't no damn R Kelly (God, damn, God, damn)
Hit ya' boy for the bags
New Jack City, bitch
The way I whip them Ricks (hey hey)
Pull up to my trap real fast
Shoot outside the front door with that stick
(bah bah)
Young street nigga with the Richard Mille
When I put it on
Them bad bitches know I'm rich
(Richard Mille)
Chrome Hearts with the Glock, and I keep a
30 on me, somebody tell the 'opps
"Suck my dick"