Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GLIDERS (INTERLUDE), artist - OFB. Album song Frontstreet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rat Trap
Song language: English
GLIDERS (INTERLUDE) |
| I’m in the 9 tryna fish, no prawn |
| And if you don’t run, get filled with corn |
| T-shirts get torn, this shotgun sawn |
| Chop it the same size as Shaun |
| Yawn, Bando from morning to morn |
| With a bad B, her back come big like storm |
| Civilians all bibbing their horn |
| Got me spinning this coupe for my brown skin jawn |
| I don’t talk on the glide, man’s silent |
| And my heart’s fully in when I’m riding |
| Run man down 'til a paigon vomits |
| Long samurai, tryna ching where his mind is |
| SJ tryna bun two yutes |
| Three car doors get popped when we’re sliding |
| What you know about your Rambo coming unscrewed |
| So you twist it 'til it’s tightened |
| I’m in Edmonton Green where these guys don’t be |
| Gold teeth and this mash gon' beat |
| I’m on the Aves with a pumpy beat |
| But it’s calm 'cause they still get filled with sweets |
| Cheap, all these machines ain’t cheap |
| See an opp on the glide and get smoked for free |
| Peak, now let’s watch a pussyhole leak |
| Cock it and jump out, and see Turna skeet |
| My broski wan' spill some juice |
| Let’s hit the opp block, I’m with you too |
| Let’s do it in twos, drill from coupes |
| Bandokay, loose screwed |
| Blacked out in the 9 with two |
| Don’t look in the light, don’t know who’s who |
| This sweet one’s tryna go on rude |
| Now she’s up in my DM’s going on cute |
| Hop out the-hop out the ride, make it beat like Madara |
| Pull up in the 2's, everyting get badded up |
| Lil Jojo times two, he had 'nuff |
| Swear down Snipez didn’t work on his stamina |
| Three man squashed in the back, no cap |
| S was good, he was sitting in the passenger |
| Pull up in Farm then we rise these hammers up |
| Lean out quick, double tap, bro bang it off |
| In my head it was me in the 9 |
| Now it’s me in the 9, I think it’s deja vu |
| Broski off this roof |
| And loaded waps up in this blacked out coupe |
| When you rap, put your mic on mute |
| You don’t mash no work so don’t lie in the booth |
| SJ, I spit too much fire in the booth |
| It’s not like The Endgame, can’t call it truce |