Bounce out V's, wit srts how you slide but ain't blow yo glee
Smokin on dead out the P Like damn that dead nigga reek say f*ck yo deceased
How many niggas done died on that side Ain't no more rest in peace
I think it's about that time, that y'all niggas Mask up slide and, put shit on a tee
I miss my niggas that's gone for all of my niggas that's gone you'll get put underneath
Bro ride 6 inch chromes So when it's time for to get gone he a lock with the V
We 4 deep 4 poles So if them boys hit them lights we gon go onna speed
How many niggas you know that'll hop out And let shit blow just to score for the team
Say My mindset was hop out cars and send shit up to the stars
Now I'm tryna make cream but you won't even get too far
Think about fine slide this car boa it ain't what it seem
This bitch thick my God but she don't even want my heart
She just want my seed But I can't trip that's hard
Cause I won't even getting that far I'm tryn hit and then leave but she knew it was over
Ho I'm a shooter I swear I don't got time for us to be laid up
Brodie keep hitting my phone with the drop on the opps We can score hit real quick like a lay up
F*ck yo paper Bitch we all got some paper
Ain't none of that shit finna save you Some niggas dissing tryn go back and forth
Through them songs till the Drac bombing shit onna pavement
But I can lie I been laying real low tryna stack up my guap
Cause I heard that them boys tryn take us
But I ain't even playin' We puttin' belts to the ass wit our Glocks for who think that we playin
One nigga tryna come slide on our rip and Got hit in his hip when the chop got to sprayin
Man that lil bitch was dumping Nigga got hit in his muffin
Come get me I ain't sayin' nothin' When we had to walk down on lil shh
Watched em croak take his last breathe but that shit won't even bout nun come clear da scene with a button the drac and the ap was humming y'all know how we coming nigga get lit with crowd type shit if we don't f*ck with fun we gon come end the function
Longlive my niggas that died in that car and free Jugg niggas know that nigga 100
Stop all of that frontin' Lil' bro came through with a button
Now all of a sudden she f*ckin' Niggas just playin' that shit on the net
Like they slidin' with kids But they ain't even rushin
I like to hop out cars with blicks and sticks we need drums when big bruh get the buttons
But I can't lie like the opps ain't nothin' But I ain't finna front like they ass really sum
We 4 deep in the all black whip tryn Smack us a Vick but they ass kept runnin
Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100
Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100
Lil Uptwn - Glee'z & Srts Lyrics
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Bounce out V's, wit srts how you slide but ain't blow yo glee
Smokin on dead out the P Like damn that dead nigga reek say f*ck yo deceased
How many niggas done died on that side Ain't no more rest in peace
I think it's about that time, that y'all niggas Mask up slide and, put shit on a tee
I miss my niggas that's gone for all of my niggas that's gone you'll get put underneath
Bro ride 6 inch chromes So when it's time for to get gone he a lock with the V
We 4 deep 4 poles So if them boys hit them lights we gon go onna speed
How many niggas you know that'll hop out And let shit blow just to score for the team
Say My mindset was hop out cars and send shit up to the stars
Now I'm tryna make cream but you won't even get too far
Think about fine slide this car boa it ain't what it seem
This bitch thick my God but she don't even want my heart
She just want my seed But I can't trip that's hard
Cause I won't even getting that far I'm tryn hit and then leave but she knew it was over
Ho I'm a shooter I swear I don't got time for us to be laid up
Brodie keep hitting my phone with the drop on the opps We can score hit real quick like a lay up
F*ck yo paper Bitch we all got some paper
Ain't none of that shit finna save you Some niggas dissing tryn go back and forth
Through them songs till the Drac bombing shit onna pavement
But I can lie I been laying real low tryna stack up my guap
Cause I heard that them boys tryn take us
But I ain't even playin' We puttin' belts to the ass wit our Glocks for who think that we playin
One nigga tryna come slide on our rip and Got hit in his hip when the chop got to sprayin
Man that lil bitch was dumping Nigga got hit in his muffin
Come get me I ain't sayin' nothin' When we had to walk down on lil shh
Watched em croak take his last breathe but that shit won't even bout nun come clear da scene with a button the drac and the ap was humming y'all know how we coming nigga get lit with crowd type shit if we don't f*ck with fun we gon come end the function
Longlive my niggas that died in that car and free Jugg niggas know that nigga 100
Stop all of that frontin' Lil' bro came through with a button
Now all of a sudden she f*ckin' Niggas just playin' that shit on the net
Like they slidin' with kids But they ain't even rushin
I like to hop out cars with blicks and sticks we need drums when big bruh get the buttons
But I can't lie like the opps ain't nothin' But I ain't finna front like they ass really sum
We 4 deep in the all black whip tryn Smack us a Vick but they ass kept runnin
Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100
Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100
Smokin on dead out the P Like damn that dead nigga reek say f*ck yo deceased
How many niggas done died on that side Ain't no more rest in peace
I think it's about that time, that y'all niggas Mask up slide and, put shit on a tee
I miss my niggas that's gone for all of my niggas that's gone you'll get put underneath
Bro ride 6 inch chromes So when it's time for to get gone he a lock with the V
We 4 deep 4 poles So if them boys hit them lights we gon go onna speed
How many niggas you know that'll hop out And let shit blow just to score for the team
Say My mindset was hop out cars and send shit up to the stars
Now I'm tryna make cream but you won't even get too far
Think about fine slide this car boa it ain't what it seem
This bitch thick my God but she don't even want my heart
She just want my seed But I can't trip that's hard
Cause I won't even getting that far I'm tryn hit and then leave but she knew it was over
Ho I'm a shooter I swear I don't got time for us to be laid up
Brodie keep hitting my phone with the drop on the opps We can score hit real quick like a lay up
F*ck yo paper Bitch we all got some paper
Ain't none of that shit finna save you Some niggas dissing tryn go back and forth
Through them songs till the Drac bombing shit onna pavement
But I can lie I been laying real low tryna stack up my guap
Cause I heard that them boys tryn take us
But I ain't even playin' We puttin' belts to the ass wit our Glocks for who think that we playin
One nigga tryna come slide on our rip and Got hit in his hip when the chop got to sprayin
Man that lil bitch was dumping Nigga got hit in his muffin
Come get me I ain't sayin' nothin' When we had to walk down on lil shh
Watched em croak take his last breathe but that shit won't even bout nun come clear da scene with a button the drac and the ap was humming y'all know how we coming nigga get lit with crowd type shit if we don't f*ck with fun we gon come end the function
Longlive my niggas that died in that car and free Jugg niggas know that nigga 100
Stop all of that frontin' Lil' bro came through with a button
Now all of a sudden she f*ckin' Niggas just playin' that shit on the net
Like they slidin' with kids But they ain't even rushin
I like to hop out cars with blicks and sticks we need drums when big bruh get the buttons
But I can't lie like the opps ain't nothin' But I ain't finna front like they ass really sum
We 4 deep in the all black whip tryn Smack us a Vick but they ass kept runnin
Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100
Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100
Writer: Lil Uptwn
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