Big Glock lyrics

[Intro]
And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it (yeah)

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, b*tch, I'm big Glock'd up (bang-bang)
If I got my chain on, b*tch, I'm big rock'd up (yeah)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up (big pressure)
They can't do none 'bout this sh*t 'cause baby, we guap'd up (woo, yeah)

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, b*tch, I'm big Glock'd up (pop, pop)
If I got my chain on, b*tch, I'm big rock'd up (ice)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up
They can't do none 'bout this sh*t 'cause baby, we guap'd up

[Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy]
Switch on this glizzy, I'm ridin' with Glizzy, we ridin' through the city, tryna dump all these b*tches (skrrt)
My trap be jumping just like it's a business
My mama mad I took 30 to the dentist (boy)
Call 'forе you come, n*gga, this ain't no dentist (hol' up)
Yeah, I takе change, I ain't takin' no pennies (nope)
2900 on a sneaker, no Skechers (ayy)
Four up in a Fanta, still sippin' Dr. Pepper
Cookin' up the dope, I think I got a little better
I ain't know no better, shouldn't even have let up
Young n*gga catch plays on a four wheeler (skrrt)
When I was growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer (trap)
Balmain jeans, n*gga, double G socks (socks)
'42 bold like my shoe size
Front hold clip, n*gga, yell it two time
Front hold clip, n*gga, yell it two time
[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, b*tch, I'm big Glock'd up (bang-bang)
If I got my chain on, b*tch, I'm big rock'd up (yeah)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up (big pressure)
They can't do none 'bout this sh*t 'cause baby, we guap'd up (woo, yeah)

[Chorus: Trapboy Freddy]
It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, b*tch, I'm big Glock'd up (pop, pop)
If I got my chain on, b*tch, I'm big rock'd up (ice)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up
They can't do none 'bout this sh*t 'cause baby, we guap'd up (el jefe, homes)

[Verse 2: Shy Glizzy]
Glizzy and Trapboy Freddy, you know this combination is so deadly (uh)
b*tch, they call me, "Jefe", I'm a f*ckin' boss, I do sh*t when I'm ready (jefe!)
Walkin' 'round with all these baguetties, cute Italian b*tch, she only eat spaghetti (woo, ooh-ooh)
Way I'm poppin' these Addys, I believe I could fly, b*tch, ain't no damn R Kelly (God, damn, God, damn)
Hit ya' boy for the bags, New Jack City, b*tch, the way I whip them Ricks (hey, hey)
Pull up to my trap real fast, shoot outside the front door with that stick (bah-bah)
Young street n*gga with the Richard Mille, when I put it on, them bad b*tches know I'm rich (Richard Mille)
Chrome Hearts with the Glock, and I keep a 30 on me, somebody tell the 'opps, "Suck my di*k"