glizzy - playboiikam & playboiijaay lyrics
(playboiikam):
i can’t wife no b*tch you know i ain’t cuffin, i run through the team shrug it off like its nothing, ap ima cop (cough) robitussin, keep repeating it b*tch so it gotta be something, skeleton two tone yeah i gotta get, start thinking stuff now cus i knew we’d be rich, im gone be a goat give 2 f*cks bout the list, keep on copying swag you gone cease to exist, they all on my d*ck asking price for my wrist, aye stop worrying bout it ill getcho ass split, if i buy me a thing need same price for my b*tch, it ain’t no need to rhyme ill still drop me a hit, ain’t stressing bout nun just gone go with life, i want me a milli but really want ice, when you think about something lil boy think it twice, have you under my neck you gone wish you had christ
(chorus)
this sh*t like a wilderbeast 4 i locate yo b*tch she gone feel for me, head off his shoulders gone k!ll for me, gimme led but ain signing no deal to me this sh*t like a wilderbeast 4 i locate yo b*tch she gone feel for me, head off his shoulders gone k!ll for me, yeah yeah
(playboiijaay)
yeah , wait gimme a sec
these n*ggas be dissing put my foot on they necks
running yo pockets then spending that check
my neck is on freezie
my pockets they cheesy
just like sum mac
i tote that mac but ill neva lack
do em like rickey put one in his back
destined for greatness im chasing these racks
get in my way f*ck round and get whacked
yeah
we on some next level sh*t bit
been running the game since i was a jit
diamonds they shining in all in my pics
bunch of young n*ggas thats tryna get rich
grind to the top yeah im patiently waiting
get pops a truck get my mom a mercedes
driving these whips like they was outdated
but we in the latest
dont bring yo b*tch round she gone wanna date us
f*ck her in atlanta then im off to vegas
we hottest up next like we stunna and baby
might just cam coldheart a n*gga
too young to be grippin dem triggers
but dont get it f*cked up we’ll knock a n*gga out his tommy hilfiger
watch that money stack till it get bigger my n*gga
(chorus)
this sh*t like a wilderbeast 4 i locate yo b*tch she gone feel for me, head off his shoulders gone k!ll for me, gimme led but ain signing no deal to me this sh*t like a wilderbeast 4 i locate yo b*tch she gone feel for me, head off his shoulders gone k!ll for me, yeah yeah
(playboiikam)
super skinnys, double g round my waist, her n*gga keep mugging she must want a taste, issa issue dis weston is gone meet his face, i dont judge like a pastor ill shoot any race, boy he delirious say my d*ck want her face, say that boy is a dummy yeah he was a waste, slap da drums on da opps like we playing da bass, ima big dog like burter you n*ggas is jeice
(playboiijaay)
waste of my bullets
young n*gga stacking my cake yeah im getting to it
my n*gga lets do it
you know how we do it
whipping this sh*t like im inna kitchen
f*cking yo b*tch make her wash the dishes
before she done you know that im dipping
my diamonds they hitting like they just went fishing
balling on n*ggas im scottie like pippen
diming like jordan these b*tches they bore me
dont call my phone unless yo ass is h*rny
kick down yo door i dont need no d*mn door key
buss widdat glock like my name was tony
n*gga be snakes tryna act like my homies
before this music these n*ggas didn’t know me and that sh*t on god
n*gga be lethal ride round widdat rod
mean mugging n*ggas say issa facade
these n*ggas b*tches they really be fraud
i woke up this morning so ima thank god
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