Uh, glockiana
Uh, yeya uh yuh
I shoot a pussy homie
Make his ass do the jerk
He talking out his mouth
Time to put him on a shirt
Yeah these homies always claiming that they selling all the work but lil brody, you's a bitch so go ahead and wear a skirt
Homie, why you crying?
Matter in fact
Why you bitching?
Yeah they always say omerta but they really in there snitching
Yeah my hundreds really blue but nah, i'm not cripping
Yeah I shoot, splash, water
Shoot my shot like Scottie Pippen, uh
Everybody talking
Ain't nobody want to listen
That's what really get you killed
Shoot him from a close distance
Got a lot of bitches
Make it look like I am f*cking pimping
Pull with a shotty
Have a goofy homie really flipping
Pull up on your bitch
She look at balenciagas
All these heavy weapons
You look at my glockiana
She sit on this dick so I call her thotiana
F*cking on that bitch
Yeah, we call her stuffiana (stephiana)
Flick off glockiana
I wanna see you bust domes
I wanna see that birch flying through the door
I wanna see that homie dying on the floor
Flick off glockiana
I wanna see you bust domes
I wanna see that bitch flying through door
I wanna see that homie dying on the floor
I'm with my homies
We all about that action
Stay with the sticks
You know that i'm packing
Pull out the dick so she sucking and whacking
Stay with the blade so I cut you like, uh
Dumping the clip
Say that i'm maxing
I ain't your homie
No, I am not dappin
Talk out your neck and you know I be zapping
You don't be shooting
Lil homie, you cappin
Just like i'm choppa
I stay with a stick
You like (?)
Lil homie, you snitched
I ain't no pussy
No, i ain't no bitch
Finally home
I've been locked for a brick
Bullets, they hit you
They deep like a ditch
You talk out your mouth
Bitch I talk with my fist
Your girl on my dick so she's hitting a lick
You're making a diss while i'm sending a
Hold on
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Uh, glockiana
Uh, yeya uh yuh
I shoot a pussy homie
Make his ass do the jerk
He talking out his mouth
Time to put him on a shirt
Yeah these homies always claiming that they selling all the work but lil brody, you's a bitch so go ahead and wear a skirt
Homie, why you crying?
Matter in fact
Why you bitching?
Yeah they always say omerta but they really in there snitching
Yeah my hundreds really blue but nah, i'm not cripping
Yeah I shoot, splash, water
Shoot my shot like Scottie Pippen, uh
Everybody talking
Ain't nobody want to listen
That's what really get you killed
Shoot him from a close distance
Got a lot of bitches
Make it look like I am f*cking pimping
Pull with a shotty
Have a goofy homie really flipping
Pull up on your bitch
She look at balenciagas
All these heavy weapons
You look at my glockiana
She sit on this dick so I call her thotiana
F*cking on that bitch
Yeah, we call her stuffiana (stephiana)
Flick off glockiana
I wanna see you bust domes
I wanna see that birch flying through the door
I wanna see that homie dying on the floor
Flick off glockiana
I wanna see you bust domes
I wanna see that bitch flying through door
I wanna see that homie dying on the floor
I'm with my homies
We all about that action
Stay with the sticks
You know that i'm packing
Pull out the dick so she sucking and whacking
Stay with the blade so I cut you like, uh
Dumping the clip
Say that i'm maxing
I ain't your homie
No, I am not dappin
Talk out your neck and you know I be zapping
You don't be shooting
Lil homie, you cappin
Just like i'm choppa
I stay with a stick
You like (?)
Lil homie, you snitched
I ain't no pussy
No, i ain't no bitch
Finally home
I've been locked for a brick
Bullets, they hit you
They deep like a ditch
You talk out your mouth
Bitch I talk with my fist
Your girl on my dick so she's hitting a lick
You're making a diss while i'm sending a
Hold on
Uh, yeya uh yuh
I shoot a pussy homie
Make his ass do the jerk
He talking out his mouth
Time to put him on a shirt
Yeah these homies always claiming that they selling all the work but lil brody, you's a bitch so go ahead and wear a skirt
Homie, why you crying?
Matter in fact
Why you bitching?
Yeah they always say omerta but they really in there snitching
Yeah my hundreds really blue but nah, i'm not cripping
Yeah I shoot, splash, water
Shoot my shot like Scottie Pippen, uh
Everybody talking
Ain't nobody want to listen
That's what really get you killed
Shoot him from a close distance
Got a lot of bitches
Make it look like I am f*cking pimping
Pull with a shotty
Have a goofy homie really flipping
Pull up on your bitch
She look at balenciagas
All these heavy weapons
You look at my glockiana
She sit on this dick so I call her thotiana
F*cking on that bitch
Yeah, we call her stuffiana (stephiana)
Flick off glockiana
I wanna see you bust domes
I wanna see that birch flying through the door
I wanna see that homie dying on the floor
Flick off glockiana
I wanna see you bust domes
I wanna see that bitch flying through door
I wanna see that homie dying on the floor
I'm with my homies
We all about that action
Stay with the sticks
You know that i'm packing
Pull out the dick so she sucking and whacking
Stay with the blade so I cut you like, uh
Dumping the clip
Say that i'm maxing
I ain't your homie
No, I am not dappin
Talk out your neck and you know I be zapping
You don't be shooting
Lil homie, you cappin
Just like i'm choppa
I stay with a stick
You like (?)
Lil homie, you snitched
I ain't no pussy
No, i ain't no bitch
Finally home
I've been locked for a brick
Bullets, they hit you
They deep like a ditch
You talk out your mouth
Bitch I talk with my fist
Your girl on my dick so she's hitting a lick
You're making a diss while i'm sending a
Hold on
Writer: Jacob Rojas
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