[DJ Paul]
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me with some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me witesome more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
[Germ]
Fire spitter, wood grain whipper
Percs cut out the liquor
Drank sipper
Fuck a doctor bitch
And it's still fuck my liver
Head spinner
Dior on my bitches
They all 'bout the benjis
Lane switchin', paint drippin'
Hope the feds ain't on my pimpin
Caught the flight
We done took off we on Pluto now
Walk 'em down
His ass fried, he in them pits right now
Bounties up
Heard they want my head
This ain't GTA
NBA, ballin' like I'm Kobe
Hella choppa blades
Smokin' potent
Just put down the potion I can barely breathe
Hennessy colored Mercedes
Big body we came for the cheese
Pretty please bitch I said it once and now you gots to bleed (Ah-ah)
Forgis on the truck when I pull up it's easy (Yeah)
Bet these demons see me and they wanna be me (Yeah)
I been out my body uptop like a beanie (Yeah)
Heard that boy he crazy he's been hot like fevers (Hey)
Please don't lose yourself you ain't never gon' please me
[ DJ Paul]
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
[$crim]
Don't give no fucks, I was raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was gripping that tool
Kept the Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey*59 boy and my click filled with wolves (Sheesh)
Sub 8s just to keep my fuckin mind straight
Auto steering and I still can't even drive straight (Skrt)
Eastern bloc wetto raising up the crime rate
$uicide, bitch, I'm everything your mom hate
G-R-E-Y 'till I die (Grey!)
Drug addicts up and down my blood line
Chains more flooded than the lower 9
Hear my battle cry (Ooh, ooh)
It's that DNS slick
Call the EMS quick
Seats color period
Paint PMSing
If them pills pressed then
It's still fuck it im'a pop 'em
From the west of the Huey
Where pop, lock, and drop 'em
[DJ Paul]
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
[Ruby da Cherry]
Gimme all your fucking hate
I need that shit like yesterday
Only way that im able to motivate myself
"Ruby's such a loser"
Bitch i agree with you
What the hell?
Insecurity what i sell
G*59 the cartel
G*59 the army bitch im bout to buy a fucking tank
East bank bound
Bitch im south of the lake
Runnin round town everyday like wow Ruby really on the prowl
Better pray
Better take your family somewhere safe
I got demons with me i might let 'em out the cage
$uicide live coming at you from the fucking grave
Bitch, I hide from the limelight
I'm chillin in the shade
When the times right ill be sidelined
Pay attention to my eyesight
Checkin' highlights
Find the future of the 59
Get 'em signed
Might let 'em shine bright and thats really all I gotta motherfucking say
[DJ Paul]
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
I got my Glock in My Draws
As I walk the motherfuckin' track
Hit me wit some more, if you don't hear me
So I split your wig
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