Glock Boyz Shy Glizzy (Ft. 3 Glizzy)

[Intro:]
GG baby
Murda

[Chorus:]
GG we on fire like the f*cking Hot Boyz
Now I keep that pistol get your ass pop boy
I be on the corner running from the cops boy
Get it how you live we be counting racks boy
Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy
Play with my homeboys you gon meet the Glock boyz
Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy
Play with my homeboys you gon meet the Glock boyz

[Verse 1:]
F*ck your trap boy, that ain’t no trap boy
Trash bags and drugs in my f*cking trap boy
Police kick the door boutta play the bad boy
I ain’t going down now I’ma shoot it out boy
Bottles on the way youngins in the club boy
Standing on the couches throwing on my guns boy
She a good girl but she into bad boys
All that rah-rah shit, y’all just make me laugh boy
Leeching off the last man you should be ashamed boy
Mnd your f*cking business stay in your f*cking lane boy
You can’t shoot for shit nigga get some f*cking aim boy
Glizzy Gang for life that act the f*cking chain boy