Booge - Glocks N Beretta's (feat. Jayrodd2tone) Lyrics

We on the block and we postin' gorillas We got some Glocks and we got some Berettas
I hit the bitch from the back, make it better That pussy got power, that pussy got wetter
He don't wanna move like me He don't wanna shoot like me
He cannot do it like me

Postin' gorillas Glocks and Berettas
Make it better Pussy is wetter
Dick in my thong Glock out of drum
Postin' gorillas

We on the block and we post with gorillas We got some Glocks and we got some Berettas
I hit the bitch from the back, make it better That pussy got power, that pussy got wetter
I'm deep in that bitch with my dick in my thumb We got a choppa, that bitch got a drum
He caught these bullets, that bitch hit his lung We out to choppa, that bitch try to run

I'm love to choppa, it's gon' hit his face He talkin' crazy, so I make it a case
I should be movin' them pounds, movin' them ounces Movin' it like it was laced
Ooh, baby, don't do that You know I keep my shit wavy, I call that bitch Durap
F*ck on your bitch, she happy Hit that bitch from the back, cause you know that I do that

Hit him with 4-7, don't call it AK That hoe a snitch, I think his name AJ
Shoutout my brother, my evil twin, Dede Bet you keep askin' where you get wet, baby
Ooh, baby, can't do that Just got me rockin', so I keep my shit wavy, I do that
Ain't got no time for that hoe She f*ck me over, then you know I might just remove that

Pinky pon top, that's how I make the choppa go down Feelin' like USC, where I'm bout to throw down
Speedin' hella fast, baby, I just wanna slow down Handin' out bullets, I'ma let that bitch go around
I got that choppa, I let that bitch blow He keep on talkin' but the time on his toe
I stack up that money, I stack up that dough Coach Hector's cold when this stuff goin' on

We on the block, we postin' gorillas We got some Glocks and we got some Berettas
I hit that bitch from the back, make her better That pussy got power, that pussy got wetter
I'm deepin' that bitch on my dick and my thumb We got a choppa, that bitch got a drum
He got these bullets, that bitch hit his lung We up the choppa, that bitch try to run

Ayy, he said that bitch got a drum
He ain't with a mule like me He ain't with a shoe like me
He cannot do it like me He cannot do it like me
I don't need a Beretta I pop me a Patek, I cop me the devil

Niggas be cappin', they ain't on my level I need me the money, you know I can't settle
Switch up, huh, slow down See, I pull a phone out
I'm the type to go kick your door down Me and twin, we really gon' show out, huh, for real
Huh, switch up, see, do it again I f*ck around, I never hop in the Benz

It's just me and my evil twin, for real
We on the block and we postin' gorillas We got some Glocks and we got some Berettas
I hit that bitch from the back, make her better That pussy got power, that pussy got wetter
I'm deepin' that bitch on my dick and my thumb I got a choppa, that bitch got a drum

We throw these bullets, that bitch hit his lungs We at the top of that bitch, how it run
And we postin' gorillas We got some Berettas
Bad like a better That pussy got wetter