blatt - 870glizzy lyrics
aye, brand new glock
gotta break it in
ian goin’ if i can’t take it in
forever stand tall on all 10
i be lifting iron, n*gga, f*ck the gym
aye, my pockets, they were low
now they steady getting fat
he said f*ck the bros, now there ain’t no going back
look where he at
am i smoking thrax?
nah, this a pack
they gon’ put a diss out just to see if i react
call my shooter dante if that presses, he react
i think my bl!cky banging blood
when it talk then it gon’ blatt
aye, gang and nem pull up with choppas
aim at his matta, let at ’em sing like the opera
he want a featurе but what is your offer?
oh, you broke n*gga, don’t evеn bother
i cannot f*ck with n0body that sit on they ass
and be begging for free sh*t
gotta go spend money just to get money
used to be bummy
now i really, really gettin’ into it
get rap money
cuzzo used to really, really do it
get trap money
pockets obese i be gettin’ to fat money
racks be that never again ’cause i wrap money
the only bad money be incorrect money
no berleezy but please take it easy
we put you on tv
these diamonds be water like fiji
yeah, i shootin’ a tec at these f*ck n*ggas
bullets be coming in 3d
whenever i be thinking about going back broke
boy, that sh*t gets me queasy
i’m sparking it up like a lighter
lo wheezy
tryna run up a m like the logo on the brother of luigi
aye, brand new glock
gotta break it in
ian goin’ if i can’t take it in
forever stand tall on all 10
i be lifting iron, n*gga, f*ck the gym
aye, my pockets, they were low
now they steady getting fat
he said f*ck the bros, now there ain’t no going back
look where he at
am i smoking thrax?
nah, this a pack
they gon’ put a diss out just to see if i react
call my shooter dante if that presses, he react
i think my bl!cky banging blood
when it talk then it gon’ blatt
i keep 6 4’s
nintendo make ’em switch up and my wrist tucked
’cause a couple n*ggas moving like they dissed us
you missed us
last time i missed was a time that don’t exist
you in the past tense
next time you talk get cropped up like a pic
n*gga, ya sick
n*gga, ya mad
n*gga it’s sad the competition beat ’em
n*gga, ya wack
all on my sack
call me medusa, competition freeze ’em
you is a b*tch
n*ggas is sad talkin’ about money they ain’t even seeing
n*gga get smacked
get hit with the mac
losing his t**th if i catch a n*gga cheesing, uh
i think yo’ bl!cky reppin’ shaq
you shootin’ bricks, boy
n*ggas don’t got opps, they dissin’ sh*t that don’t exist, boy
aye, brand new glock
gotta break it in
ian goin’ if i can’t take it in
forever stand tall on all 10
i be lifting iron, n*gga, f*ck the gym
aye, my pockets, they were low
now they steady getting fat
he said f*ck the bros, now there ain’t no going back
am i smoking thrax?
nah, this a pack
they gon’ put a diss out just to see if i react
call my shooter dante if that presses, he react
i think my bl!cky banging blood
when it talk then it gon’ blatt
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