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I be smokin' dope with my young niggas
Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young niggas
I be posted up with my bitches
I be rollin' up
Mac ty
Glorilla
I be smokin' dope with my young niggas
Off a flat, I be rollin' with my young niggas
I be posted up with my bitches
I be rollin' up with my bitches (macaroni made it)
I be, I be hittin' licks with my young niggas
'member totin' big sticks with my young niggas
I be gettin' money with my bitches
Lately, I been stuntin' on these bitches
Bitch, I'm glorilla from the fuckin' zoo, finna pull up with your boo
Where these dudes?
They say they broke the knob, I broke the fuckin' roof
I be posted with my bitches, yeah, and all them bitches bad
You send for me, I'ma send one out to go and take your mask, man, y'all mad.
Don't fuck with these niggas, they cap, but they say we got beef
I might slide down your block, leave your ass in the streets
I ain't no killer, but don't play with me
Thirty-two shots in this glock and I won't skip a beat
I jumped off the porch and I landed on my feet
If I make it, bme, pte, we gon' eat
Step on these rappers like I'm wearin' cleats
Gotta pay for this dick, ain't no fuckin' for free.
We got all these motherfuckin' big-ass choppers
Want smoke, we gon' send you to the doctor
You don't want them bullets flyin', helicopter
Niggas singin', call 'em phantom of the opera.
Young nigga dead, go dig him up
I might do a show with the semi tucked
You ain't gon' make it, just give it up
I just fucked your bitch, now come pick her up, ayy...
Come get your ho, but you better be cautious
Can't hang around bruces, my gang full of bosses
Play with glorilla, put you in a coffin
We slidin' in traffic, catch you while you walkin', bitch.
We can get this shit poppin' whenever, wherever
Anybody can get it, I pop on whoever
Want smoke, we got heat, bitch, they hot like the devil
You try me, you dead, you get sent to the devil
I don't fight or don't wrestle, I got ..., I'm a presser
This shit top ..., make you bleed through your level
Shoot a chest, get the treasure
Grab a bitch, then I sell her
I ain't red, bitch, I'm yellow
Got cheese like I'm chester.
No more ... no bitch, ... my schedule
If you want the smoke, we got glocks, no berettas
You say you took somethin', I can't wait 'til I catch you
I'ma do lil' bruh bad, leave him on a stretcher
You know I'm a savage, I'm feelin' like randy
My nine come in handy, I know they can't stand me
I just want the panties, I'm hot, gotta fan me
You know I'm up next and I put that on mammy.
Say you want smoke, we got choppers, no berettas
Nigga sneeze, wipe his nose, I'ma bless him
Your nigga lackin', better hope the gang don't catch him
Now he dead, gang sent his ass to heaven (r.i.p., nigga)
Ayy, bme, pte
Glorilla, mac ty
Fuck up next, bitch, we up now
Yeah
Pop your shit
Ayy, you know what the fuck goin' on
Pretty thugz entertainment, pte, bitch (mac ty)
... business, ho
Glorilla.
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