[Intro: Glocky Cash Only]
Real shit
Dade County, Flint shit, nigga
SG, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Glocky Cash Only]
Y3 puffer, it's cool out (Yeah)
Had my mama crib smellin' loud, I had to move out (Real shit)
Just sold ten, got twenty more I can move now (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Hit my number, I want racks (I want racks), I want racks (I want racks)
Need my plug to show me love on them packs (On them packs)
Love my bitch, but that bitch, she a brat (She a brat)
Took a trip to get that bitch off my back (Off my back)
With my other ho (Yeah), just touched down (Just touched down)
20K off them P's what we touch now (What we touch now)
Yeah, knock knock, not like a joke (Ain't nothin' funny, nigga)
Knock knock like more money at the door (Cash Only)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, it's cut, but they love the cheap dope (Real shit, ayy)
Uh, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Gun in my hand when I peep the peephole, I don't trust shit
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bring your Glock to the hood, let's have a shootout
Bought a 2020 'Vette, blew the roof out
I know them hoes hit blow, I brought some oot out
Lil' sixty racks on me, brought the loot out
Ridin' with the old K, I don't give a fuck who out
Lil' dog ain't use his brain, it got blew out
Hit your bitch and broke the bedframe, she got blew out
After I bust my nut, she got threw out
Like Phil did that nigga Jazz on Fresh Prince
Thirty for a slab, this a fresh brick
But he don't even know this a pressed brick
Drop a hundred shots out the Glock, it jammed, had to reset it
Yeah, nigga, I'm so extra
If I buy a deuce with me, I want my extras
I can't go a day without my medicine
Every nigga 'round me got a felony
So Da Yung OG broke, that's what you tellin' me?
Bitch, shut the fuck up and suck my letter D
Nowadays, it's ninety-five hundred for a letter E
I'm actually glad I caught that case, made a better me
I don't know what I'll do, I'm scared of me
Five years for a forty rock, that's unfair to me
But that came with the game I'm in
That nigga name on paperwork, I can't hang with him
Niggas talkin' 'bout I told, go read again
Switchin' up every week, you would never know what we in
Couldn't find no K9s, I took three 10s
My nigga got twelve years for three attempts
Real shit
Dade County, Flint shit, nigga
SG, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Glocky Cash Only]
Y3 puffer, it's cool out (Yeah)
Had my mama crib smellin' loud, I had to move out (Real shit)
Just sold ten, got twenty more I can move now (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Hit my number, I want racks (I want racks), I want racks (I want racks)
Need my plug to show me love on them packs (On them packs)
Love my bitch, but that bitch, she a brat (She a brat)
Took a trip to get that bitch off my back (Off my back)
With my other ho (Yeah), just touched down (Just touched down)
20K off them P's what we touch now (What we touch now)
Yeah, knock knock, not like a joke (Ain't nothin' funny, nigga)
Knock knock like more money at the door (Cash Only)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, it's cut, but they love the cheap dope (Real shit, ayy)
Uh, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Gun in my hand when I peep the peephole, I don't trust shit
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bring your Glock to the hood, let's have a shootout
Bought a 2020 'Vette, blew the roof out
I know them hoes hit blow, I brought some oot out
Lil' sixty racks on me, brought the loot out
Ridin' with the old K, I don't give a fuck who out
Lil' dog ain't use his brain, it got blew out
Hit your bitch and broke the bedframe, she got blew out
After I bust my nut, she got threw out
Like Phil did that nigga Jazz on Fresh Prince
Thirty for a slab, this a fresh brick
But he don't even know this a pressed brick
Drop a hundred shots out the Glock, it jammed, had to reset it
Yeah, nigga, I'm so extra
If I buy a deuce with me, I want my extras
I can't go a day without my medicine
Every nigga 'round me got a felony
So Da Yung OG broke, that's what you tellin' me?
Bitch, shut the fuck up and suck my letter D
Nowadays, it's ninety-five hundred for a letter E
I'm actually glad I caught that case, made a better me
I don't know what I'll do, I'm scared of me
Five years for a forty rock, that's unfair to me
But that came with the game I'm in
That nigga name on paperwork, I can't hang with him
Niggas talkin' 'bout I told, go read again
Switchin' up every week, you would never know what we in
Couldn't find no K9s, I took three 10s
My nigga got twelve years for three attempts
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