CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Lyfter

Uh, uh
Brrr, huh, Brr, huh
Woo, Glock, Glock, Glock
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Hol' on, Glocky, hol' on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's get it
Woo, look, bah
Look, brrr

I put the opps on a hit list
Up that blick you ain't hit sh*t
For that money, I need it like Popeyes
Doughboy, you get hit in your biscuit

Curly hit 'em, I'll put it in stick-shift
Blue flag, boy, I stay on some crip sh*t
Amiri jeans, my swag too different
Don't play, you can end up missin'

Look
I'm in that Hellcat, Hemi
On the opps side, we doin' donuts
If I don't got it, then Fetty gon' talk
Call him and his mans, I call that a bonus

Tell 'em keep my name out they mouth
They never outside when them shooters is out
I been the man in my house
I been getting Shmoney since I was a child

Every gun got a beam on it, and it got a "G" on it (G-lock)
We gon' pull up like G-Unit
I keep a Glock with a few in it
Hop out, run down, spray 'em
Aim at his face then paint it
N***as think 'cause I'm famous, I won't hop out the Hot Wheel, flame it

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