ZOTiYAC - GLOCKIANA lyrics
[ZOTiYAC - GLOCKIANA lyrics]
We in this bitch, like sardines (Gang, gang)
Aye gi-gi-girl next door
Time to play the games
Glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you
Know death don't wait, boy
it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you know
Death don't wait, boy, it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh (He pussy)
Bitch, I'm finna make this shit quick
Cause I'ma find out where you live in a
Minute and you gon' die under that shit
Cause death what it is if
It come to that shit
You succumb to that shit
I know life a hoe, I never wanted that bitch
I know I can't hit you with
The whole hunnid, it's cool
I'ma let you get some of that bitch
I know these niggas be frontin', that's why
I back fire, can't fire back
You a bad liar
I ain't gon' get your hoe stuffed
You gon' get your throat cut
We don't spare shit, who the last tie?
Us, and we give fucks, nigga, who, what
Never do that, you will lose match, burn out
That's a cool drag, if you choose that
You will lose gas tryna do max
I spill lean in my Fanta, huh
I think I just seen Santa, huh
She a part time dancer, huh, in
The bitch like my grandma, huh
No T, she gon' slam it, huh
Suck dick like a grandma, huh
And she still do damage, huh, eat
The dick like a sammich, huh
I know these niggas folding that
Folding Glock, it's a phantom, huh
Boy, I'll unfold the shit out and
Blow yo' shit out like dandelions
I like coming on to just kill you
With these two hands of mine
Or pop out, don't say nothing
Just paint yo' face like a pantomime
This dough come from Anaheim
But I'm high like I'm Amazon
Feelin' like the great, you
Know these McQueens Alexander, huh
Seeing red and feelin' blue, but
I black like I'm Panther, huh
That boy got me confused, how he
Want the smoke but no cancer, huh?
Glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you know
Death don't wait, boy, it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you know
Death don't wait, boy, it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh (Hey, ain't shit funny)
These niggas don't want that static
I'm having it like an abortion if
I ever had a kid
After me fucking the world and
The game from the back
Of it and when nobody look back at it
It won't be nothin' to look back
Bitch we will laugh at it
Die with the niggas you lackin' with
I killed a nigga on accident
Had to sip something like Actavis
Fuck around, crashed the whip
Give a fuck if he hardbody, we baggin' it
I got this shit in the bag and the bag in it
Please don't run off
Bullets blow through kneecaps
Nigga crawl 'fore you walk
Like a fuckin' arachind
We in that creep, in the duff, in the Jeep
Call it computer geek cause that bitch
Got a Mac in it
Sell your soul, I give you a fee
But in return, you never come back again
Gi-gi-girl next door
I called the girl next door
Yeah, that was the funny thing with–
Aye gi-gi-girl next door
Time to play the games
Glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you
Know death don't wait, boy
it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you know
Death don't wait, boy, it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh (He pussy)
Bitch, I'm finna make this shit quick
Cause I'ma find out where you live in a
Minute and you gon' die under that shit
Cause death what it is if
It come to that shit
You succumb to that shit
I know life a hoe, I never wanted that bitch
I know I can't hit you with
The whole hunnid, it's cool
I'ma let you get some of that bitch
I know these niggas be frontin', that's why
I back fire, can't fire back
You a bad liar
I ain't gon' get your hoe stuffed
You gon' get your throat cut
We don't spare shit, who the last tie?
Us, and we give fucks, nigga, who, what
Never do that, you will lose match, burn out
That's a cool drag, if you choose that
You will lose gas tryna do max
I spill lean in my Fanta, huh
I think I just seen Santa, huh
She a part time dancer, huh, in
The bitch like my grandma, huh
No T, she gon' slam it, huh
Suck dick like a grandma, huh
And she still do damage, huh, eat
The dick like a sammich, huh
I know these niggas folding that
Folding Glock, it's a phantom, huh
Boy, I'll unfold the shit out and
Blow yo' shit out like dandelions
I like coming on to just kill you
With these two hands of mine
Or pop out, don't say nothing
Just paint yo' face like a pantomime
This dough come from Anaheim
But I'm high like I'm Amazon
Feelin' like the great, you
Know these McQueens Alexander, huh
Seeing red and feelin' blue, but
I black like I'm Panther, huh
That boy got me confused, how he
Want the smoke but no cancer, huh?
Glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you know
Death don't wait, boy, it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh glockiana, get fucked like Thotiana
I ball like common, I'm ballin
Hard like it's common, huh
Death on the way, you know
Death don't wait, boy, it's Columbine
You my clementine, pistol fuck your vagina
Huh (Hey, ain't shit funny)
These niggas don't want that static
I'm having it like an abortion if
I ever had a kid
After me fucking the world and
The game from the back
Of it and when nobody look back at it
It won't be nothin' to look back
Bitch we will laugh at it
Die with the niggas you lackin' with
I killed a nigga on accident
Had to sip something like Actavis
Fuck around, crashed the whip
Give a fuck if he hardbody, we baggin' it
I got this shit in the bag and the bag in it
Please don't run off
Bullets blow through kneecaps
Nigga crawl 'fore you walk
Like a fuckin' arachind
We in that creep, in the duff, in the Jeep
Call it computer geek cause that bitch
Got a Mac in it
Sell your soul, I give you a fee
But in return, you never come back again
Gi-gi-girl next door
I called the girl next door
Yeah, that was the funny thing with–