Got a Glock on my side, act dumb, it's gon' blam ya
We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera
We got free smoke for a niggawho want cancer
Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer
See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher
I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her
Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper
Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind
Chop, hold a hundred in a clip, it's a drum line
Thot hit my phone, I'ma decline
Purp in my cup, aint no damn wine
And I like my bitch, she so damn fine
Headin' to the, headin' to the top
Runnin' up a, runnin' up these knots
I count up the, I count up this guap
She want me to, beat her out her socks
I won't even box, no, I can't put my Glock down
Niggas used to hate, now they treat me like a god Now,
Tell em free my guys from the dog pound
X square left, right, left, bitch, up, down
That's a cheatcode for them racks, now I'm up now
She see I got bands, now she really wanna f*ck now
I don't need a ho, she can catch a whole round
I know she on go, Heard she f*cked the whole town
Got a Glock on my side, act dumb, it's gon' blam ya
We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera
We got free smoke for a nigga who want cancer
Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer
See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher
I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her
Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper
Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind
Sega Atari - Blam Ya Lyrics
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Got a Glock on my side, act dumb, it's gon' blam ya
We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera
We got free smoke for a niggawho want cancer
Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer
See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher
I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her
Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper
Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind
Chop, hold a hundred in a clip, it's a drum line
Thot hit my phone, I'ma decline
Purp in my cup, aint no damn wine
And I like my bitch, she so damn fine
Headin' to the, headin' to the top
Runnin' up a, runnin' up these knots
I count up the, I count up this guap
She want me to, beat her out her socks
I won't even box, no, I can't put my Glock down
Niggas used to hate, now they treat me like a god Now,
Tell em free my guys from the dog pound
X square left, right, left, bitch, up, down
That's a cheatcode for them racks, now I'm up now
She see I got bands, now she really wanna f*ck now
I don't need a ho, she can catch a whole round
I know she on go, Heard she f*cked the whole town
Got a Glock on my side, act dumb, it's gon' blam ya
We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera
We got free smoke for a nigga who want cancer
Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer
See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher
I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her
Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper
Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind
We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera
We got free smoke for a niggawho want cancer
Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer
See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher
I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her
Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper
Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind
Chop, hold a hundred in a clip, it's a drum line
Thot hit my phone, I'ma decline
Purp in my cup, aint no damn wine
And I like my bitch, she so damn fine
Headin' to the, headin' to the top
Runnin' up a, runnin' up these knots
I count up the, I count up this guap
She want me to, beat her out her socks
I won't even box, no, I can't put my Glock down
Niggas used to hate, now they treat me like a god Now,
Tell em free my guys from the dog pound
X square left, right, left, bitch, up, down
That's a cheatcode for them racks, now I'm up now
She see I got bands, now she really wanna f*ck now
I don't need a ho, she can catch a whole round
I know she on go, Heard she f*cked the whole town
Got a Glock on my side, act dumb, it's gon' blam ya
We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera
We got free smoke for a nigga who want cancer
Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer
See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher
I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her
Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper
Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind
Writer: Sega Foye
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid