Celys - My Glummrr Lyrics

I've been posted with my glummrr, gettin' them hundreds with my glummrr
Shootin' shit with my glummrr, spin your block right to the sun up
Walk shit down, I hold my gun up, G-Lock hot just like the summer
Trackhawk Jeep, this ain't no Hummer, hoes trynna hop in with my glummrr

50 round drum, that bitch be dumpin', switch on the back turn him to nothin'
Can't beat G-Lock, where you runnin'? Got my bands up, shit ain't nothin'
All this Chrome Hearts shit cost nothin', Venchy on my wrist, be bussin'
Westwood ears, I can't hear nothin', I bossed up, everybody want somethin'
None of these hoes can't get no lovin', countin' up racks, lil' bitch I'm thumbin'
556 air out the function, better lay low, catch one to your muffin
Foreign sticks, micro drake russian, push up, sent that boy to the dungeon
Foreign bitch on me out of London, this hoe do anything for the hunnids'
Press this button and let off a dozen, G-Lock hot like it came out the oven
Hoes on dick like why all of a sudden? I don't even wanna be part of discussion
Y'all sip bootleg, that shit disgusting, walk in the spot, got a whole trap jumpin'
Ice on me, got the whole wrist floodin', emo whip, got the M4 cuttin'
Keyon choppin' up my jeans, 1 of 1 shit, nobody got these
Lettin' off shots, I'm on kill streak, too much wok, think I might OD
Spent like ten on a shopping spree, five wheels on my AMG
Clip hold 30 in the ARP, one for your whole gang, f*ck you mean
Pourin' up dirty but this mud clean, can't trust niggas, they all be green
Bitch on go in the SRT, She throwin' nevk while I tear up the street
24k sittin' on my teeth, I keep it on me, I'm ridin' with heat
GLUMM shit bitch, we hop out deep, rounds got teeth, I let them eat
Broke ass boy be ridin' on E, spent about five just on my sleeve
Count up bands, that's all I see, drown in cash, bitch I can't breathe
You got a gun you ain't gon' squeeze, you can't slide, you ain't gon' squeeze
Ain't no slidin' with me if you ain't gon' squeeze

I've been posted with my glummrr, gettin' them hundreds with my glummrr
Shootin' shit with my glummrr, spin your block right to the sun up
Walk shit down, I hold my gun up, G-Lock hot just like the summer
Trackhawk Jeep, this ain't no Hummer, hoes trynna hop in with my glummrr