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Glory (feat. Wokfein)
by Riccy Runtz
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Pull up, I'm shooting from deep, yeah-yeah
Pull up, I'm shooting from three, yeah-yeah
He tryna throw hands but the nigga must not know me, yeah-yeah, yeah
He tryna throw hands but I walk with the G-19
Me and my bros never cuff no thot, pull up with that hoe and she fucking the team
Pull up with that hoe, she got dick in her mouth
Like, play and this shit gone go south
I don't got no love left in my heart, I'ma fuck the hoe once then I'm kicking her out
I'ma fuck the hoe once and I bet you won't see me nomo
I ain't gone say too much, bitch ass nigga
You know we up on the score
When you gone slide, boy I just wanna know?
Gimme yo gun, I just wanna see it
I see a opp, I'ma beat it
Up with the glock, the fuck nigga(breathing)
Niggas been itching to crash, boy gimme a -
Niggas been itching to crash, boy gimme a reason, yeah
I see a opp, now he bleeding, yeah
I see a opp now he leaking
I pour a deuce in the wok, got me leaning, yeah
Come to think about it, it ain't no bitch I trust
And them niggas killed my brother, man that get back is a must
How the fuck this nigga gone kill me and he ain't got a gun?
Niggas talking crazy knowing damn well they ain't do me none
FTOS, come fuck with us, that other side nothing but bums
This bitch a thot hoe, I'ma fuck her then she get left in the dust
Brother told me do that pussy shit but it's already done
I be leaching for that money, man I got a fetish touch
And that bitch couldn't fuck with me so she started fucking with my son
I chase that money till I run out of breath, like Mathew Putt
I got some niggas banging black and banging blue, my nigga what?
I'm so shitty, bitch I stank, I ain't talking bout my butt
We be passing this hoe like a football, down set hutt
My nigga fuck y'all, lil daddy already said y'all wasn't on none
This chopper gay as fuck, bow-bow-bow, it like to bust
Cause I be doming shit, bow-bow-bow, boy come get fucked
She said she want cause she know that I do what I want
I can't stand this shit, I can't never see me be a bum
Stay in my lane twenty-four/seven
Nigga fuck what you repping
Tryna send some shit to Heaven
These hollow tips giving out blessings
I thought that pussy boy was stepping
You want be bout that? I'ma make you regret it
Fucking over niggas, we killed ya potna, go get the message
Pull up, I'm shooting from deep, yeah-yeah
Pull up, I'm shooting from three, yeah-yeah
He tryna throw hands but the nigga must not know me, yeah-yeah, yeah
He tryna throw hands but I walk with the G-19
Me and my bros never cuff no thot, pull up with that hoe and she fucking the team
Pull up with that hoe, she got dick in her mouth
Like, play and this shit gone go south
I don't got no love left in my heart, I'ma fuck the hoe once then I'm kicking her out
I'ma fuck the hoe once and I bet you won't see me nomo
I ain't gone say too much, bitch ass nigga
You know we up on the score
When you gone slide, boy I just wanna know?
Gimme yo gun, I just wanna see it
I see a opp, I'ma beat it
Up with the glock, the fuck nigga(breathing)
Niggas been itching to crash, boy gimme a -
Niggas been itching to crash, boy gimme a reason, yeah
I see a opp, now he bleeding, yeah
I see a opp now he leaking
I pour a deuce in the wok, got me leaning, yeah
Come to think about it, it ain't no bitch I trust
And them niggas killed my brother, man that get back is a must
How the fuck this nigga gone kill me and he ain't got a gun?
Niggas talking crazy knowing damn well they ain't do me none
FTOS, come fuck with us, that other side nothing but bums
This bitch a thot hoe, I'ma fuck her then she get left in the dust
Brother told me do that pussy shit but it's already done
I be leaching for that money, man I got a fetish touch
And that bitch couldn't fuck with me so she started fucking with my son
I chase that money till I run out of breath, like Mathew Putt
I got some niggas banging black and banging blue, my nigga what?
I'm so shitty, bitch I stank, I ain't talking bout my butt
We be passing this hoe like a football, down set hutt
My nigga fuck y'all, lil daddy already said y'all wasn't on none
This chopper gay as fuck, bow-bow-bow, it like to bust
Cause I be doming shit, bow-bow-bow, boy come get fucked
She said she want cause she know that I do what I want
I can't stand this shit, I can't never see me be a bum
Stay in my lane twenty-four/seven
Nigga fuck what you repping
Tryna send some shit to Heaven
These hollow tips giving out blessings
I thought that pussy boy was stepping
You want be bout that? I'ma make you regret it
Fucking over niggas, we killed ya potna, go get the message
