"Glitchin" lyrics
Brrt, brrt (Thank you, Timmy boy)
Grrt, come here
Brrt, come here, come here, come here (Judeh Productions)
Brrt, come here, come here
Come here
Grrt, come here
Grrt, grrt, come here, come here
Diamonds around my neck, a nigga died, thought he was reachin' (Buddy reachin')
Can't talk 'bout them hits, feds on my ass, it's jail time when I'm speakin' (When I'm speakin')
Come here, come here (Grrt)
Come here (Grrt)
Come here (Grrt)
Come here
It's time to slide, grab my mask, we back at it again (At it again)
Baked his ass like chicken, switchy glitchin', died, gun in his pants (Grrt, come here, come here)
Ain't have my gun, hell yeah, I ran (I ran)
After that, we caught him, clapped him on the band (On the band)
Yeah, I used to hoop, in 2019 I caught my first, shh (Shh)
I can't say too much about that (Bitch ass)
They gon' troll, but I'm gon' troll back (I'm gon' troll)
Troll me that I was gon' get clapped (Grrt)
Two weeks later, got turned to a whole pack (Brrt, come here)
Come here, yeah, you know how the fuck we comin', yeah, brrt, all that
Brrt, brrt, brrt, grrt, come here, come here
Five niggas got clapped for real (For real)
We really got back for real (For real, for real)
Free 32, big Shaq, call him Big Diesel 'cause he got wheel for real (Skrrt)
Know an opp who died off pills (Off pills, nigga, he died)
Uh, know an opp who died off pills, steady buyin' fake Percs, this shit get real (Goofy)
Now I rap and clap, tweaker of the 'Raq, back then, I was a hooper (I was a hooper)
Really up five hats, I can't relax, turn lil' blood 'nem to shooters (Turn 'em to sooters)
But they say I'm steady lyin' (I'm lyin', nigga, I'm lyin')
Uh, how they say they spinnin' our hood, but nobody dyin'? (Nobody dyin')
Every time we slide, check Spot News, report at shots fired (Shots fired)
We yellin', "Fuck Darro" on they block, had a bang-out on the live (Grrt)
We really them gravediggers (Yeah, we them gravediggers)
Uh, we used to be cool 'til blood got shed, that's why we gravediggers (We gravediggers, grrt)
Yeah, I'm hangin' with them gravediggers (Them gravediggers)
We used to be cool 'til blood got shed and now we, shh (We gravediggers)
We used to be cool 'til blood got shed, that's why we gravediggers (We gravediggers)
We used to be cool 'til blood got shed, that's why we, uh, shh (Uh, that's why we grave—)
Brrt
Grrt, come here
Brrt, come here, come here, come here (Judeh Productions)
Brrt, come here, come here
Come here
Grrt, come here
Grrt, grrt, come here, come here
Diamonds around my neck, a nigga died, thought he was reachin' (Buddy reachin')
Can't talk 'bout them hits, feds on my ass, it's jail time when I'm speakin' (When I'm speakin')
Come here, come here (Grrt)
Come here (Grrt)
Come here (Grrt)
Come here
It's time to slide, grab my mask, we back at it again (At it again)
Baked his ass like chicken, switchy glitchin', died, gun in his pants (Grrt, come here, come here)
Ain't have my gun, hell yeah, I ran (I ran)
After that, we caught him, clapped him on the band (On the band)
Yeah, I used to hoop, in 2019 I caught my first, shh (Shh)
I can't say too much about that (Bitch ass)
They gon' troll, but I'm gon' troll back (I'm gon' troll)
Troll me that I was gon' get clapped (Grrt)
Two weeks later, got turned to a whole pack (Brrt, come here)
Come here, yeah, you know how the fuck we comin', yeah, brrt, all that
Brrt, brrt, brrt, grrt, come here, come here
Five niggas got clapped for real (For real)
We really got back for real (For real, for real)
Free 32, big Shaq, call him Big Diesel 'cause he got wheel for real (Skrrt)
Know an opp who died off pills (Off pills, nigga, he died)
Uh, know an opp who died off pills, steady buyin' fake Percs, this shit get real (Goofy)
Now I rap and clap, tweaker of the 'Raq, back then, I was a hooper (I was a hooper)
Really up five hats, I can't relax, turn lil' blood 'nem to shooters (Turn 'em to sooters)
But they say I'm steady lyin' (I'm lyin', nigga, I'm lyin')
Uh, how they say they spinnin' our hood, but nobody dyin'? (Nobody dyin')
Every time we slide, check Spot News, report at shots fired (Shots fired)
We yellin', "Fuck Darro" on they block, had a bang-out on the live (Grrt)
We really them gravediggers (Yeah, we them gravediggers)
Uh, we used to be cool 'til blood got shed, that's why we gravediggers (We gravediggers, grrt)
Yeah, I'm hangin' with them gravediggers (Them gravediggers)
We used to be cool 'til blood got shed and now we, shh (We gravediggers)
We used to be cool 'til blood got shed, that's why we gravediggers (We gravediggers)
We used to be cool 'til blood got shed, that's why we, uh, shh (Uh, that's why we grave—)
Brrt
