SGT Soldier - Gl1tchâ Lyrics

Money be callin hello
Money be calling hello
Money be callin hello
Money be callin hello
Uh
Money be callin hello

The money be uh
Money be uh
Money be calling hello
Gua - gua - guala be callin jus pick up da phone
Jus - Just mudded the cup with styrofoam
My- My ex be hittin me up i told da bih leave me alone
You -You is not gang lil bro ye u finna fold
All - All my killas is ready to shoot ye they on payroll
Re - Re - Ready to flex on a broke bih im on a bankroll
St - Strike my a pose im gettin the cheese
I love the peysohs
Money on your head better laylow
Rollin - Rollin round with my say sos
Sippin on syrup this not no maple

One bad bitch and she do what i say so
But this shit aint no blueberry faygo
Keep me a draco im ready to squeeze
My flow is so sick im ready to sneeze
ACHOOO!

(Huh)
(Huh)
(Ehh)
(Ehh)
(Huh)
(Ehh)
(Huh)
(Ehh)
WOAH

Who - who the f*ck be in my spot
Who -who the f*ck just f*cked my thot
No i cant f*ck with no opp
No i cant f*ck with no cop
Hurry bro we got the drop
Just hop up in your car
Extend the chop
SHOOT
Smoke him like a gar
I put the H on a Scar
Pop - Pop a goofy like a bar
Im a f*cking gooney raise the AR
Play for keeps we don't play hard

Geeking like kevin hart
No - No love in this shit i got a iron heart
Might aswell call me tony stark
Our - our - our love fell out theres no spark

(Mm mm)
(Mm)
(Mm mm)
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Ye ye ye
Raooww
RAOWW!