"BLAZE OF GLORY" lyrics
(Oh yea, Sam, this bitch right here go hard
I took his shit you heard, the fuck you gonna do about it?
Fuck is yall niggas gonna do
If you got a problem come say something to me
Iceberg want a bag bitch
It's Melvoni)
Iceberg want a bag, bitch I want a bag too
Bitch stop all that frontin', know I could have bagged you
She said she like my accent and she like my attitude
That bitch love my swag, I be drippin' like Ragu
Fifty racks inside my fuckin' jeans I don't need no belt
It's just me, myself, and I, I don't need no one fuckin' help
Cause last time I had a team, they tried to put me on a shelf
But they don't know I am me until the end, I'ma rebel
Cause they knew I was a problem
That youngin' was shinin' and they didn't know how to stop him
Was gone for a minute cause, I had to play Possum
They thought I was sinking, but they wasn't watching properly
Now I pull up to the scene pop this fat like Melinake
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
Cause if I'm going down I'm going in a blaze of glory
I ain't never need no nigga, me myself been through it all
I ain't never need no bitch, my left hand can do the job
If I ever had a problem, I know I can call the squad
And my niggas do not play, bitch you fuckin' with the mob
We step behind it all
I'm with ten niggas, that's a gun in every draw
And I got this choppa from the culinary off
And bitch, I came to bang it out, I do not like to spark
Wait, holdup
Why this bitch actin' so boujee
Matter fact, remember when she won't give me no coochie
Now she in my bag, askin' niggas for some Gucci
Ha, broke bitch!
But she look good in a two-piece
Matter fact, I think that she look better with me up
But she keep looking at my phone, I wonder what she on
I know she only fuckin with the crew because we on
But if she tryna love me, I hope someone put me on
You follow the price trends, but I like to fight the fees
I made me some white friends, I like my crackers with cheese
I was just down flippin' niggas and dimes
Just so I could afford studio time
Yall niggas is playin' with me
"So fuck you" is all you could say to me
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
Cause if I'm going down I'm going in a blaze of glory
(Oh yea, Sam, this bitch right here go hard
Iceberg want a bag bitch)
I took his shit you heard, the fuck you gonna do about it?
Fuck is yall niggas gonna do
If you got a problem come say something to me
Iceberg want a bag bitch
It's Melvoni)
Iceberg want a bag, bitch I want a bag too
Bitch stop all that frontin', know I could have bagged you
She said she like my accent and she like my attitude
That bitch love my swag, I be drippin' like Ragu
Fifty racks inside my fuckin' jeans I don't need no belt
It's just me, myself, and I, I don't need no one fuckin' help
Cause last time I had a team, they tried to put me on a shelf
But they don't know I am me until the end, I'ma rebel
Cause they knew I was a problem
That youngin' was shinin' and they didn't know how to stop him
Was gone for a minute cause, I had to play Possum
They thought I was sinking, but they wasn't watching properly
Now I pull up to the scene pop this fat like Melinake
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
Cause if I'm going down I'm going in a blaze of glory
I ain't never need no nigga, me myself been through it all
I ain't never need no bitch, my left hand can do the job
If I ever had a problem, I know I can call the squad
And my niggas do not play, bitch you fuckin' with the mob
We step behind it all
I'm with ten niggas, that's a gun in every draw
And I got this choppa from the culinary off
And bitch, I came to bang it out, I do not like to spark
Wait, holdup
Why this bitch actin' so boujee
Matter fact, remember when she won't give me no coochie
Now she in my bag, askin' niggas for some Gucci
Ha, broke bitch!
But she look good in a two-piece
Matter fact, I think that she look better with me up
But she keep looking at my phone, I wonder what she on
I know she only fuckin with the crew because we on
But if she tryna love me, I hope someone put me on
You follow the price trends, but I like to fight the fees
I made me some white friends, I like my crackers with cheese
I was just down flippin' niggas and dimes
Just so I could afford studio time
Yall niggas is playin' with me
"So fuck you" is all you could say to me
They gon' learn the hard way
I don't give up that easy
Oh, oh, oh
I like to get it by my lonely
And when I hit the top I'ma split bread with all my homies
Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police
Cause if I'm going down I'm going in a blaze of glory
(Oh yea, Sam, this bitch right here go hard
Iceberg want a bag bitch)
