GLOCKS AND ROBBERS (feat. Yung Gunz)

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KEMBE DADON

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I just been chillin' with Glocks and Robbers, spin on the block here choppers
Scam up a check, won't even flex, just cop me some Gucci and Prada
Space Runts mixed with a lil' gelato, hood champ fuckin' on models
All black coupe filled up with shottas , play hyena hand, take out your momma

Ten racks on me plus killa, trappin', had to turn to a drug dealer
Paxful got to hitting shootin' missiles, catch every play, swear to God I can't miss'em
Speak on my name, thats regular, 200 plus plays straight from a cellar, yeah
I get the bag and flip it, you get the bag but you know you gotta split it

Three 4k, that's auto, jewelry shinin' lookin' like I just hit the lotto
Thick lil' bitch from Chicago, said she get money and that is the motto
Call of duty  gun shoot hollow, swipe three card, cash out, Wells Fargo's
Dirty gun just scratch the barcode hop on the Delta and I'm right to the dope hole

Fifteen hundred on some Gucci's, y'all asses get stepped on
How you rippin' on the body, you ain't even steppin' on
These niggas, they pull up talkin', guess that's why I was slept on
Burberry yelled at my denim , ayy, Cartier yelled at my visual, ayy

I'm on four of that motherfuckin' high tech, these niggas ain't sad, that's why they ain't die, yeah
Hunnid rounds, I'm on that stick, if I send me a bleach, he gon' get his dick, no medic
Gucci, my fabric, double C on my hoodie, these Vinci's
You ain't on your shit if they ain't on you, and I got this straight out the trenches

I got this shit off a scale, remember I was skippin' all my fuckin' classes
But now I'm tryna catch a bell, I'm a sexy n***a, baby, I'm straight off a whip
But I make it hard to tell, I got this shit out the trenches
I got this shit out the motherfuckin' mail, the code ain't got me high as hell, can't you tell

I just been chillin' with Glocks and Robbers, been on the block, here choppers
Scam up a check, you won't even flex your comments on Gucci and Prada
Space Racks mixed with a lil' gelato, hood child fuckin' on models
All black coupe filled up with shawty's, pay high in the game, take out your momma

Ten racks on plus kill, trap it, had to turn to a drug dealer
Pound forgot to hand shoot missiles, catch every play, swear to God I can't miss him
Speak on my name, that regular, 200 plug play straight from a cellar, yeah
I get the bag and flip it, you get the bag, but you know you gotta split it

3, 4K, that's auto, drift shinin', lookin' like I just hit the lotto
Thick lil' bitch from Chicago, said she get money and that is the motto
Call her, do the gun, shoot hollow, swipe three card, cash out, wear foggles
Dirty gun, just grab the barcode, hop on the Delta and I'm ridin' to the dope hole

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