glizock wizop

Gucci Mane

(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah

Ayy, it s Glizock and Guwop
we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas
with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch)
you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can t put no money in my denim, it s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me
I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

It s Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon be hard to stop
Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin that pistol like a cop
Wouldn t give me my flowers
I r?warded myself and bought a watch (Burr)
Took the fork and scrap?d the pot (Skrrt)
it s off the eye, I shake the pot
I can t put no money in no niggas
who ain t worth it, dawg (No)
Confiscated my necklace
cause these suckers didn t deserve it, y all (Pussy)
Seventeen summers later
showin no signs of fallin off (Well, damn)
I didn t even imagine I d be ballin
how I m ballin now (Go, go)
Niggas tried to count me out
they miscounted the wrong amount (Wrong)
Killers took, don t bring em up
it s round em if I bring em out
Oh, you got a crash dummy
think before you send him off (Huh?)
His brain left on the dashboard
we all see what he thinkin , dawg (Yeah)

Ayy, it s Glizock and Guwop
we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas
with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch)
you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can t put no money in my denim, it s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me
I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee
or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

Yeah (Blue bucks)
Baby, I get too much
Motherfuckin money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked
I m still the same youngin
the only thing, my money grew up
It be the same niggas talkin
bout slidin and ain t shootin nothin
Yeah, bitch, I m all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and bitch off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred
Um, young nigga keep the heat up on em, Jimmy Bun

Ayy, it s Glizock and Guwop
we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas
with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, bitch (Bitch)
you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can t put no money in my denim, it s just too much
Ayy, every time you see me
I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks