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my young niggas - glorilla lyrics

[intro: glorilla & mac ty]
i be smokin’ dope with my young n*ggas
off a flat, i be rollin’ with my young n*ggas
i be posted up with my b*tches
i be rollin’ up—
mac ty
glorilla
i be smokin’ dope with my young n*ggas
off a flat, i be rollin’ with my young n*ggas
i be posted up with my b*tches
i be rollin’ up with my b*tches (macaroni made it)

[verse 1: glorilla]
i be, i be hittin’ l!cks with my young n*ggas
‘member totin’ big sticks with my young n*ggas
i be gettin’ money with my b*tches
lately, i been stuntin’ on these b*tches
b*tch, i’m glorilla from the f*ckin’ zoo, finna pull up with your boo
where these dudes?
they say they broke the kn*b, i broke the f*ckin’ roof
i be posted with my b*tches, yeah, and all them b*tches bad
you send for me, i’ma send one out to go and take your mask, man, y’all mad
[verse 2: mac ty]
don’t f*ck with these n*ggas, they cap, but they say we got beef
i might slide down your block, leave your ass in the streets
i ain’t no k!ller, but don’t play with me
thirty*two shots in this glock and i won’t skip a beat
i jumped off the porch and i landed on my feet
if i make it, bme, pte, we gon’ eat
step on these rappers like i’m wearin’ cleats
gotta pay for this d*ck, ain’t no f*ckin’ for free

[verse 3: glorilla]
we got all these motherf*ckin’ big*ass choppers
want smoke, we gon’ send you to the doctor
you don’t want them bullets flyin’, helicopter
n*ggas singin’, call ’em phantom of the opera

[verse 4: mac ty]
young n*gga dead, go dig him up
i might do a show with the semi tucked
you ain’t gon’ make it, just give it up
i just f*cked your b*tch, now come pick her up, ayy
come get your ho, but you better be cautious
can’t hang around bruces, my gang full of bosses
play with glorilla, put you in a coffin
we slidin’ in traffic, catch you while you walkin’, b*tch
[verse 5: glorilla]
we can get this sh*t poppin’ whenever, wherever
anybody can get it, i pop on whoever
want smoke, we got heat, b*tch, they hot like the devil
you try me, you dead, you get sent to the devil
i don’t fight or don’t wrestle, i got [?], i’m a presser
this sh*t top [?], make you bleed through your level
shoot a chest, get the treasure
grab a b*tch, then i sell her
i ain’t red, b*tch, i’m yellow
got cheese like i’m chester

[verse 6: mac ty]
no more [?] no b*tch, [?] my schedule
if you want the smoke, we got glocks, no berettas
you say you took somethin’, i can’t wait ’til i catch you
i’ma do lil’ bruh bad, leave him on a stretcher
you know i’m a savage, i’m feelin’ like randy
my nine come in handy, i know they can’t stand me
i just want the panties, i’m hot, gotta fan me
you know i’m up next and i put that on mammy

[verse 7: mac ty & glorilla]
say you want smoke, we got choppers, no berettas
n*gga sneeze, wipe his nose, i’ma bless him
your n*gga lackin’, better hope the gang don’t catch him
now he dead, gang sent his ass to heaven (r.i.p., n*gga)
[outro: mac ty & glorilla]
ayy, bme, pte
glorilla, mac ty
f*ck up next, b*tch, we up now
yeah
pop your sh*t
ayy, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
pretty thugz entertainment, pte, b*tch (mac ty)
[?] business, ho
glorilla

- glorilla lyrics

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