Dees Boys Gleesh

[Verse 1]:
These boys here got me fucked up
Quarter pound of rasta bushes that’s how I lucked up
Gotcha ridin’ round the block you get ya truck hit up
Gotta get by the whole block just to fuck wit us
I know you heard around the block not to fuck wit us
The 18 Newton street boys fuck shit up
And 18 Otis street boys known to start up
But 18th and Monroe was known for they product
Desert Eagle stitcher clip man chicken is chopped up
I hope you talk the walk or get yo block molliwhopped up
No doors locked, Glocks cocked, no rockin’ imposters
The boat float off the dock, shout out to my rasta
No days off, day job and just blow money
A no hoes bar, at the bar we just blow money
My face still on the flyer I retire that show money
Pulled up off the block, drop the top and I show money
Sold out event, at the end you had no money
Caught ya man loafin’ last month he had no money
Pfttt! Ha! So funny!
All my white girls got one nickname and it’s snowbunny


[Break]:
Dese boys, dese boys, dese boys
Dese boys, dese boys
And my dick boy
And I don’t mean no homo
If it wasn’t for that extended I'd only hold Tono Romo
Dese boys, Dese boys
Shoutout to Zaytiggy, Zaytoven for puttin’ that thing out on youtube
Cause I damn sure snatched that thang up
Feel me, Gleesh