"GLAHH GLAHH" lyrics
(feat. Tay Breesh)
[Sha Gz:]
Grrah, grrah
I'ma go geek with a —
With a Glock with a stick, bad bitch, she gon' empty the clip
Huh, I'ma talk that shit, catch me an opp and it's finna get lit, nigga
Suck my dick
Niggas don't jack me, I don't give a shit
Look, 'cause I play with 'em grips
The end of the summer, somebody gon' slip
They jackin' my drip
She wine on the 'Gz, I push over her hip
She holdin' the grip
They told me to chill, but I been on a list
This kick go, "Grr-ta"
This gat go, "Grrah, grrah"
This shit go, "Brr-ta grr-ta, grrah, grrah, grrah"
Gang, gang, gang gang gang
Make you jump, punch 'em out like a hippo
Call JB, he gon' flock at his window
[?] Gz gon' hop out the rental
Got me a chop and it's shootin' out missles
[?] got the chop, we gon' bend through
Spin through the 'Hill, I'ma show what we get to
Back out, big knife gon' rip you
Call Mdot, gon' hit 'em and trip you
I'm in the Telly with a whole lot of what?
With a whole lot of babas
She shakin' that ass on the gun, then we doin' the Cha Cha
Gang, gang
Spin through your block, told bro, "Hollon', hollon', hollon', you better not trip"
This gun go, "Grrt", this gat got kick
No face, no case
He 'bout to be dead and get left on the strip
I shoot at his 'dula, it squeeze like piss
If I don't got the chop, then I'm grabbin' the stick
If I don't got the knife, then I'm grabbin' the grip
[Tay Breesh:]
Opps see me, they run
Ty Benji got smoked with a gun
It's two poles, came back with a drum
You smokin' on who? Nigga, is you dumb?
Niggas on HighBridge don't really flock shit
Catch an OY, that nigga gon' die
See a 'Bridge, boy, you know Sha gon' flock it
See a 'Bridge, boy, you know Sha gon' flock it, huh
This fatty go, "Grrt, grrt", this chop go, "grrah, grrah"
We spinnin', we spinnin', we spinnin', we aim for māthās
Don't care who you with, don't care who you are, if we spin in that V, we shootin' that car
Silence is true, we shootin' for fun
My niggas get booked, I'm takin' that charge
You want some bread? Then send me that CashApp
Walk around with the 9 on my back
That's FatBoy, nigga, pass that
Can't beef, that nigga, he a lab rat
He talked on the gang, nigga, meet 'em
I don't smoke with niggas for no reason
When we spin their block, we be creepin'
When I catch [?], I'ma leave him
Don't care 'bout Jimmy, he a weaklin'
Forever YG, I'm really deep in
I'm really on Court, up the defense
Catch an OMB nigga, I'm squeezin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout 'em niggas from Brooklyn
Spin the 'Hill, don't care if they're lookin'
Pull the black mask, when I see Jay Sav, I'ma go live right in Brooklyn
Pull the black mask, when I see Jay Sav, I'ma go live right in Brooklyn
Grrah, grrah
I'ma go geek with a —
With a Glock with a stick, bad bitch, she gon' empty the clip
Huh, I'ma talk that shit, catch me an opp and it's finna get lit, nigga
Suck my dick
Niggas don't jack me, I don't give a shit
Look, 'cause I play with 'em grips
The end of the summer, somebody gon' slip
They jackin' my drip
She wine on the 'Gz, I push over her hip
She holdin' the grip
They told me to chill, but I been on a list
This kick go, "Grr-ta"
This gat go, "Grrah, grrah"
This shit go, "Brr-ta grr-ta, grrah, grrah, grrah"
Gang, gang, gang gang gang
Make you jump, punch 'em out like a hippo
Call JB, he gon' flock at his window
[?] Gz gon' hop out the rental
Got me a chop and it's shootin' out missles
[?] got the chop, we gon' bend through
Spin through the 'Hill, I'ma show what we get to
Back out, big knife gon' rip you
Call Mdot, gon' hit 'em and trip you
I'm in the Telly with a whole lot of what?
With a whole lot of babas
She shakin' that ass on the gun, then we doin' the Cha Cha
Gang, gang
Spin through your block, told bro, "Hollon', hollon', hollon', you better not trip"
This gun go, "Grrt", this gat got kick
No face, no case
He 'bout to be dead and get left on the strip
I shoot at his 'dula, it squeeze like piss
If I don't got the chop, then I'm grabbin' the stick
If I don't got the knife, then I'm grabbin' the grip
[Tay Breesh:]
Opps see me, they run
Ty Benji got smoked with a gun
It's two poles, came back with a drum
You smokin' on who? Nigga, is you dumb?
Niggas on HighBridge don't really flock shit
Catch an OY, that nigga gon' die
See a 'Bridge, boy, you know Sha gon' flock it
See a 'Bridge, boy, you know Sha gon' flock it, huh
This fatty go, "Grrt, grrt", this chop go, "grrah, grrah"
We spinnin', we spinnin', we spinnin', we aim for māthās
Don't care who you with, don't care who you are, if we spin in that V, we shootin' that car
Silence is true, we shootin' for fun
My niggas get booked, I'm takin' that charge
You want some bread? Then send me that CashApp
Walk around with the 9 on my back
That's FatBoy, nigga, pass that
Can't beef, that nigga, he a lab rat
He talked on the gang, nigga, meet 'em
I don't smoke with niggas for no reason
When we spin their block, we be creepin'
When I catch [?], I'ma leave him
Don't care 'bout Jimmy, he a weaklin'
Forever YG, I'm really deep in
I'm really on Court, up the defense
Catch an OMB nigga, I'm squeezin'
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout 'em niggas from Brooklyn
Spin the 'Hill, don't care if they're lookin'
Pull the black mask, when I see Jay Sav, I'ma go live right in Brooklyn
Pull the black mask, when I see Jay Sav, I'ma go live right in Brooklyn
