Glizock & Wizop (feat. Key Glock)-Gucci Mane&Key Glock.flac

Glizock & Wizop (feat. Key Glock) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Key Glock
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Krishon Gaines/Markeyvius Cathey
Produced by：BANDPLAY
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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 ***** ***** 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 rе warded myself and bought a watch Burr
Took the fork and scrapе 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 summer's 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 ***** ***** 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
************' 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 ***** I'm all about my bread every crouton
Yeah I just cut a check and ***** off like a coupon
Yeah dead guys in my past that **** 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 ***** ***** 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