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glock party - realrichizzo & baby threat lyrics

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[intro: realrichizzo]
(that n*gga dane crazy on this beat)
uh*huh
(aydin)
belt gang sh*t
r.i.p. jumpout

[verse 1: realrichizzo, baby threat, tezmoney30 & jaymoney30]
pull up to the light, dump this b*tch all through his car (uh*huh)
bag on his head, soon as i tell ’em “go,” they in your yard (goyard bag)
rockstar life, so i gotta ride with a guitar (brrt)
ain’t no fishes in the whip, i’m only bendin’ with the sharks (n*gga)
camped outside his crib, he come out then it’s a l!ck (n*gga)
this how it’s gon’ go, you droppin’ everything or gettin’ k!lled (bah, bah)
tired of rollin’ ken ass, this time we gon’ smoke khalil (belt gang)
on the phone at red lights, he don’t know that this a drill
ayy, backseat with a drac’, soon as we stop, blow ’til it cl!ck (brrt)
at his house, he think this this neighbor car, we on the skid (n*gga)
b*tch mad ’cause we smokеd her cousin, f*ck him, shouldn’t have dissed (f*ck him)
rollin’ e, tryna storе wu inside this ‘wood, but he won’t fit (n*gga)
how you tryna be a thug, n*gga? ain’t got no gun, n*gga (want beef)
caught him ridin’ with his kids, it ain’t no love thing (brrt)
it’s beef, ain’t no dodgin’ these .556, .223
we got many tanks, dracs and arps (n*gga)

[chorus: realrichizzo]
hold your b*tton in the air, this a glock party (uh*huh)
last time a n*gga checked was at a block party (boy)
in the strike, sittin’ on ’em at an opp party (we sittin’ on ’em)
smoke dog got on a boat and threw a yacht party (n*gga)
hold your b*tton in the air, this a glock party (uh*huh)
last time a n*gga checked was at a block party (boy)
in the strike, sittin’ on ’em at an opp party (we sittin’ on ’em)
smoke dog got on a boat and threw a yacht party (n*gga)
[verse 2: tezmoney30, realrichizzo, jaymoney30 & baby threat]
parked a striker two streets over, hit the gates, then get to blowin’ (bah, bah)
switched for hoes and n*gga faces look like we put dimples on ’em (n*gga)
at the block party, drac’ out, it got 60 on it
ever since we caught the last opp, they quit dissin’ on us
just put in on a compass, now we bendin’ out the jeep (uh*huh)
i ain’t from new york, but got that thing on me in the deep
(belt gang)
feds wanted me to talk, told him, “free my n*gga keaton” (free kilo)
n*gga trolled me last month, we came and smoked him in a week
i been caught me with a drop, load up the strike, we finna bend (skrrt)
grab my switch and murder clothes, i left the draco in the crib (brrt)
i’m with threat, he takin’ hits, you want him gone, just give him ten
kel’ got picked up for a hat, he just waitin’ on his benz (free kelton)
last n*gga trolled me, he got yop with the yop (yop)
i be different with the chop’, hoppin’ out on n*ggas block (fah, fah, fah, fah)
if i ain’t catch the hat, i can tell you how it happened (for real)
yop this and yop that, trey got turned into some ashes (uh*huh)

[outro: realrichizzo]
hold your b*tton in the air, this a glock party
hold on, what the f*ck goin’ on
belt gang, r.i.p. jumpout
uh*huh

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