GlockStarz (feat. Pappy Gz) Video (MV)

Baby, call my phone for this dick but I ain't coming
I got all these racks, yeah, I do it all for something
Crodie always passing me the switch cause I be bussing

Pulling out a glizzy and a rack, gon' have her blushing
Dude was talking crazy, we just got to his bitch
You won't ever catch me loafing cause I got a new stick
If I die at a young age, boy, I hope I die rich

I don't know what you doing, but you lacking with them sticks
We gon' hop in them V's and then leave them on the scene
Yeah, I call babii3, he gon hit the f*cking green
Me and Cap getting money, yeah, we do this as a team

I can never get lined cause I be upping several beams
She ask me why I'm trapping cause I'm trying to run it up
She said I was lacking, bitch, you know I got it tucked
Bro, you gotta do the math, man, this shit ain't adding up

She was trying to make it clap for all that money stacking up
Then she tried to hit my tap and on my mom i f*cked her up
Since I locked in with Cap, man, this shit been only up
We don't lie about our stacks, but your money come from luck

F*ck that bitch real good, I stick it in She screamin' f*ck
We gon' hop in them V's and then leave them on the scene
Yeah, I call babii3, he gon hit the f*cking green
Me and Cap getting money, yeah, we do this as a team

I can never get lined cause I be upping several beams
Uh, I told lil' Crodie, chill out, but he don't f*cking listen
If cuz, give me the go, then I'ma hop out, blickin
Opps ain't on it, you could die for that dissin

They ain't get back for the last one, that lil' nigga still missin
I ain't focused on the beef, I'm tryna chase all this chicken
Mask on, glasses on, yeah, that's when we spin it
Yeah, you cannot see me in this wheel, this bitch tinted

Uh, other side, man, cause we winning
Cause we burning off an ounce now, it's all p's
See me hit that trigger, that shit look like lemon squeeze
You worried about your bitch, but she out here on her knees

Suckin' on the gang, yeah, she f*ckin' on the team
I got a wood rolled up, now I just need the lean
I'm so obsessed, deep down, I got wockiesha dreams
You could ask my crodie, I got aggression, so f*ck a beam

I'm traumatized, I see dead people when I go to sleep
I see faces, they the same ones that's underneath
I'm swimming on lil' shit, could've threw this on his feet
Boy, you goin' straight to heaven, and you ain't goin' to hell

You ain't get a message, boy, I'm on that if you couldn't tell
Smokin' on that nigga, try to run, but then he trip and fell
I be lookin' for lil -, he hidin' in his shell
Nigga, you's a bitch, you's a rat, how you tryna beef and tell

Free my brother, Babii3, I hope he's doin' well
Niggas hate on me so much, but I would not fail
My mama looked me in my eyes, she said, I'm goin' to hell
I just got a 50-round drum , it came right through the mail

If a opp play, he gon' f*ck around and catch shells
Wake up in the mornin' on the street, lookin' real pale
Oh, you think you on that in the streets
You gon' be salty-ass shit when you walkin' home without sneaks

I only keep real niggas around me, you don't see no leech
Play that back door , you might f*ck around and lose your teeth
Nigga, it's only 103