05 Mac - Glockiauna Pt. 2 Lyrics

Soda in the cup and it came wit a mist, uh uh, you know what the mix, Issa Sunkist in that six
I jus made a few m, yuh, for rappin like this, I don't rock designer but my shawty swag in rick
Swagging in that shit you ain't ever copped, bad lil bitch gon' count that guap
Iced out want some more, she gon air it out, Was a good girl, she a diva now, like
Hunnid round brr, she gon air it out, Like that wet em' up, they ain't say shit now, like
We don't give a f*ck about shit, I ain't sippin' that, I'm back on hen
I'm chillin back, count me a ten, These my brothers, I ain't got no friends
We aimin' at your head, not the vest, niggas really gon' die for they set
This ain't blood, I'm throwing up six, Gotta stick, if you niggas wanna trip
All that slick talk, you can get hit, Bout a bag, this ain't beef, boutta bitch
This is heavy smoke, you don't wanna hit, This is heavy smoke, you don't wanna hit
Smoking good smoke, it's a opp in the air
Spilt the drank on the J's, so bought another pair
Niggas hatin' on me, cause bitch, I'm rare
Issa hundred on me, issa hundred right there, uh uh uh
Every one of y'all niggas can get it, Niggas act like they can't even get it
Niggas be scared, they pussy, I just be gettin bag and spending
I'm countin' these bands on bands on bands, I count these hunnids and fifties
And this all me, shit hittin, These lil' niggas, yeah, they ain't with it
Issa bad lil bitch up on me, right now, right now, you figa deal me
She gon' hit me up, she gon' hit my snap, Every time I hit this city
She gon' roll up some, she gon' pour me up
You know my cup is dirty
Getting to the bag, yea I ain't in a hurry
Money stay stacked, yea I ain't never worried
Me and my brother locked in, we like this, came thru wit a stick
If you niggas want to smoke then say that shit, Niggas ain't high like this
Lil' niggas stay talkin' that shit, You ain't bout that action uh
Lil' nigga gon' get it grip, Lil' nigga tryna get like Mac drip
Me and my brother locked in, we like this, uh uh, came thru wit a stick
If you nigga want to smoke then say that shit, Niggas ain't high like this, uh
Lil' niggas stay talkin' that shit, You ain't bout that action, uh
Lil' nigga gon' get it grip,Lil' nigga tryna get like Mac drip uh uh
Soda in the cup and it came with a mist, uh uh, You know what the mix, issa Sunkist in that six
I just made a few m, yuh, for rappin' like this, I don't rock designer, But my shawty swag in Rick uh
Swaggin' in this shit, you ain't never copped, Bad lil, bitch gon' count that guap
Iced out want some more, she gon' air it out, Was a good, girl, She a diva now
Like, hunnid round, brrd, she gon' air it out
Like that, wet em up, they ain't saying shit now
Like, won't give a f*ck bout shit,I ain't Sippin' that I'm back on hen
I'm chillin back, count me a ten
These my brothers I ain't got no friends