"Twin Glock" lyrics
That's not my card!
Huh
Yeah
But this shit not sweet
Twin life, Zack and Cody but this shit not sweet (Brrr)
Hunnid round drum on the 'K, we gon' run the boy down, I might call the police
Young nigga load up that box and I'm having Luh Q hopping out the back seat (Brrr)
Shooter gon' take down the plug, we kick in his spot and take all of his Ps
I don't do kisses and hugs, I slide in that ho then just pass to my team, huh
Know I'm gon' sell these hoes dreams, I swear that these bitches they can't get a thing, huh
Fucked her, forgot the ho name, the bitch is tripping, she think she a queen
RLS gang, we wiping yo' nose, we take yo' ass down, we gon' make yo' ass bleed, huh
Hit the opp block wit' a blitz, we send a nigga, wasn't playing no D, huh
SK came wit' a tip, we gon' hit his ass up, take him down for a fee (Brrr)
Twin Glocks Zack and Cody, huh, but this shit not sweet, huh
Scope on top my glick, huh, it shoot .556, huh
Shoot shit if he tweak, huh
Better not try this shit, huh
I had to put down my pride, I took a lil' risk and I got a lil' rich, huh
Twins life, Zack and Cody but this shit not sweet (Brrr)
Hunnid round drum on the 'K, we gon' run the boy down, I might call the police
Young nigga load up that box and I'm having Luh Q hopping out the back seat (Brrr)
Shooter gon' take down the plug, we kick in his spot and take all of his Ps
I don't do kisses and hugs, I slide in that ho then just pass to my team, huh
Know I'm gon' sell these hoes dreams, I swear that these bitches they can't get a thing
Huh, huh
We slide on they gang, uh
Hop out the car, let it rain, uh
Double cup sipping this Wock' and the fanta, we get this shit in by the pint
.223 bullets, we letting off shots, have ya bitch ass jumping like Mike, uh
Drac' wit' a 30, we glickin' 'em up, I don't know why that boy tried to fight
I'm on a Addy, the Perc', the drugs, the Za
Geeked up [?] I'm ready to go slide
I'm trapping bags, get on they ass
Know that them youngings they slanging Gen 5s
I keep me a glass, I wrap up the stash
I serve to the junkies, they ready to go crash
I'm feeling like Nash, I'm passing these nats
These bitches just tryna fuck up a lil' cash
Run his ass down wit' that Glock
Hit his ass up wit' a switch
Better not play wit' the gang
RLS Money Gang shit
Them pussies never dropped the dot 'cause they knowin' them younging's gon' blitz
Me and Prada, yeah, we twin life, consistently stacking these riches
Twin Glocks, Zack and Cody, huh, but this shit not sweet, huh
Scope on top my glick, huh, it shoot .556, huh
Shoot shit if he tweak, huh
Better not try this shit, huh
I had to put down my pride, I took a lil' risk and I got a lil' rich, huh
Huh
Yeah
But this shit not sweet
Twin life, Zack and Cody but this shit not sweet (Brrr)
Hunnid round drum on the 'K, we gon' run the boy down, I might call the police
Young nigga load up that box and I'm having Luh Q hopping out the back seat (Brrr)
Shooter gon' take down the plug, we kick in his spot and take all of his Ps
I don't do kisses and hugs, I slide in that ho then just pass to my team, huh
Know I'm gon' sell these hoes dreams, I swear that these bitches they can't get a thing, huh
Fucked her, forgot the ho name, the bitch is tripping, she think she a queen
RLS gang, we wiping yo' nose, we take yo' ass down, we gon' make yo' ass bleed, huh
Hit the opp block wit' a blitz, we send a nigga, wasn't playing no D, huh
SK came wit' a tip, we gon' hit his ass up, take him down for a fee (Brrr)
Twin Glocks Zack and Cody, huh, but this shit not sweet, huh
Scope on top my glick, huh, it shoot .556, huh
Shoot shit if he tweak, huh
Better not try this shit, huh
I had to put down my pride, I took a lil' risk and I got a lil' rich, huh
Twins life, Zack and Cody but this shit not sweet (Brrr)
Hunnid round drum on the 'K, we gon' run the boy down, I might call the police
Young nigga load up that box and I'm having Luh Q hopping out the back seat (Brrr)
Shooter gon' take down the plug, we kick in his spot and take all of his Ps
I don't do kisses and hugs, I slide in that ho then just pass to my team, huh
Know I'm gon' sell these hoes dreams, I swear that these bitches they can't get a thing
Huh, huh
We slide on they gang, uh
Hop out the car, let it rain, uh
Double cup sipping this Wock' and the fanta, we get this shit in by the pint
.223 bullets, we letting off shots, have ya bitch ass jumping like Mike, uh
Drac' wit' a 30, we glickin' 'em up, I don't know why that boy tried to fight
I'm on a Addy, the Perc', the drugs, the Za
Geeked up [?] I'm ready to go slide
I'm trapping bags, get on they ass
Know that them youngings they slanging Gen 5s
I keep me a glass, I wrap up the stash
I serve to the junkies, they ready to go crash
I'm feeling like Nash, I'm passing these nats
These bitches just tryna fuck up a lil' cash
Run his ass down wit' that Glock
Hit his ass up wit' a switch
Better not play wit' the gang
RLS Money Gang shit
Them pussies never dropped the dot 'cause they knowin' them younging's gon' blitz
Me and Prada, yeah, we twin life, consistently stacking these riches
Twin Glocks, Zack and Cody, huh, but this shit not sweet, huh
Scope on top my glick, huh, it shoot .556, huh
Shoot shit if he tweak, huh
Better not try this shit, huh
I had to put down my pride, I took a lil' risk and I got a lil' rich, huh
