Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glocks & Rollies, artist - King Lil G. Album song Eternal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Empire 47
Song language: English
Glocks & Rollies |
Yeah |
(Murder, murder) |
Put the motherfuckin' bullets in the chopper |
(Murder, murder) |
King Lil G, Tattoo’d Guns in the building |
(Murder, murder) |
(Murder, murder) |
I had your bitches on my Instagram Live again (Again) |
I never left, I’m coming from the Southside again (Yeah) |
They twist it up, they lickin' up my raps with mary jane |
They pass it to me, then I slowly start to elevate |
We gon' make it a 1−8-7 if you violate (Yeah) |
That means you send me your location if you talkin' brave |
They wanna keep hatin', fuck what they sayin', bitch, I’m on the field (Yeah) |
How you gon' know if the thing is on me if it stays concealed (Click clack) |
The demons keep talking to me in my sleep, I’m hoping I pray I live (Yeah) |
It all started happening when I started rapping, I was selling pills (Yeah) |
These bitches was crazy, they was tripping off these candy bars (Oh, man) |
Bitches was getting naked when I give 'em a Xanny bar |
I’m official (On the hood), that’s official (It's on the hood) |
If you don’t like it, then you bitches press an issue (Where you at?) |
I’m official (Yeah), that’s official (Yeah) |
I got these ratchet bitches holdin' on my pistol (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
That’s a Glock (That's a Glock), that’s a Rollie (That's a Rollie) |
That’s on God, we the ones that shot your homie (Click clack) |
That’s a Glock, that’s a Rollie (Yeah) |
I told these bitches it was presidential only, hold these |
You talk about me, you get put in a box |
I ain’t running, I’m evading the cops |
What you mean she’s a regular thot? |
Not important, just some regular props |
I ain’t trippin' if you famous or not |
We can get it if you need to get got |
We can see you if you need to get dropped |
I’m in the meeting, I ain’t tryna get signed |
I just wanna take a trip to Milan |
With two bitches, take a trip to Milan |
Then go to Vegas and make five |
I know you heard through the grapevine |
I’ma salute with a gang sign |
Fifth letter with a baseline |
I’ma do me, how you feel about it? |
We just melted a gun with a hundred bodies |
I forgot about it |
When the helicopter threw the lights up on me but I kept on walking |
Had the gun in my sock but I kept on mobbing |
Ain’t nobody tripping, ain’t nobody talking |
Fucking with one of the realest ones |
Ask your homie has he killed once? |
Better go out while you still young |
I ain’t moving 'til the deal’s done |
I’m official, that’s official (Yeah) |
If you don’t like it, then you bitches press an issue (That's on the hood) |
I’m official, that’s official (Gang, gang) |
I got these ratchet bitches holdin' on my pistol (Gang, gang, gang) |
That’s a Glock (That's a Glock), that’s a Rollie (That's a Rollie) |
That’s on God, we the ones that shot your homie (Click clack) |
That’s a Glock (Glock), that’s a Rollie (That's a Rollie) |
I told these bitches it was presidential only |