GSP4M lyrics

[Intro: ShredGang Mone]
It's the biggest Shred (Shred, Shred, Shred)
RIP DaDa (Shred, Shred, Shred)
Shred (Shred, Shred, Shred)
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
And I stand on it
(And I, and I, and I)
(Shred, Shred, Shred)
For me, we can make it open (Shred)
Look (Shred, Damn, JakeSand, Shred)

[Chorus: ShredGang Mone]
You got some paper for me? (Yeah) Or we can make it happen (Can make it happen)
Go get rich off the hoes if I don't make it rappin' (If I don't make it rappin')
For that gold Rollie (Yeah), we pull up pistol flashin'
Whitе buffs and chain snatchin', my n*ggas really active

[Verse 1: ShredGang Mone]
We pull up and lеt shots fly, it's only for a bag
Hit the doors and he hear fah-fah, we gone with his cash
n*ggas playin' with the biggest Shred, got toes for his tags
I mean tags for his toes, I put his ass on the floor
Touch down in your city, get my bag, then I'm gone
Before I had a hit record, got my bag from the four
I'm a slick talkin' n*gga tryna mack me a ho (I promise)
Only like them snow bunnies, feel like Jack or a blow
Funnel cake in my 'Wood (Yeah) pockets hundreds and fifties (Yeah)
You won't see me in your function, I can't come with this glizzy (Never)
See me runnin' through your hood like I'm huntin' a n*gga (Like I'm huntin' a n*gga)
This a Glock 18, them b*tches come with the switches
[Chorus: ShredGang Mone & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
You got some paper for me? (Yeah) Well, we can make it happen
Go get rich off the hoes if I don't make it rappin' (Yeah, if I don't make it rappin')
For that gold Rollie (Yeah), we pull up pistol flashin'
White buffs and chain snatchin', my n*ggas really active
You got some paper for me? (Yeah) Well, we can make it happen (Well, we can make it happen)
Go get rich off the hoes if I don't make it rappin' (If I don't make it rappin')
For that gold Rollie (Yeah), we pull up pistol flashin' (Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga)
White buffs and chain snatchin', my n*ggas really active (Baow, baow, baow)

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
My n*ggas still thuggin', still pistol clutchin'
You can't beef with us and think you finna be outside clubbin'
'Nother highlight tape for the gang, them boys knockin' down in public
Ride chop, the police come and take 'em on a ride, that sh*t ain't nothin' (That sh*t ain't nothin')
n*gga, you know my name, I'm The GlockBoy
You p*ss me off, I snap my fingers twice, you hear that Glock noise (Baow)
We left our iPhones at the crib and brought our Androids (Brought our Androids)
His ass was beefin' with the gang and lost his head for it (He lost his head for it)
My n*ggas different, we some killers, we some shiesty n*ggas (Ayy, move shiesty)
I'll smoke you and f*ck your b*tch before she knew I did it
She gave me ten, I ain't even touch her, that's what you call pimpin' (That's what you call pimpin')
I've be OT with ten-plus b*tches, you with all n*ggas (Why you with all n*ggas?)
Don't play with us because my n*ggas, they so serious
Don't come around them, we make pus*y n*ggas bleed like a period
My— ghetto b*tch'll set you up, she screamin', "Period"
That chopper, it be rockin' like your head when you was hearin' it
I'm f*cked up, I ain't givin' out no passes, I want 'em all dead (I want 'em all dead)
I don't want the beef to die down, let's turn it up again (Let's turn it up the most)
I just pulled up, bro nem was slidin', we finna slide again
You know I'm tryna shoot me a f*ck n*gga, brought my F&N