FIRST DAY OUT / FREE GLOCKS 2 lyrics

by

NOLANBEROLLIN


[Intro]
(Jay motherf*ckin' $plash)
(CaptainCrunch presents!)

[Verse 1]
Yung Life Alert came straight for the b*tches
Glock-9 leave em' on the floor like a matress
I'ma leave the jail in an Uber with a bad b*tch
I'ma flip a pack then I make a stack
I was servin' beans like they tic-tacs
Call me Santa Claus cause' I got a sack
If the feds come, exit through the back
Chips in the bag, no snack
Chips in the bag, I ain't talkin Lay's (don't do it, woah)
Back in 09' I had a prepaid (woah sh*t)
Way before the Glock I had a switchblade (woah sh*t)
Try to rob me, we gon' run a fade
Try to rob me, I hit you with the k
Playin' with them bands, saxaphone
Posted on the block, call me safety cone
My patience short, MadeinTYO
I'ma fold a n*gga, portfolio
Your main keep askin' "where did Nolly go"?
I was servin' mid down in Idaho

[Interlude]
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up hol' up
That's not what ya'll really wanted
That's not what ya'll waitin' for
Ay yo, free beanman, free Yung Life Alert
You know how we do it
You know how we f*ckin do it
Glone sh*t
[Intro to Free Glocks 2]
Aquarium, I got fishscale
I'ma send a letter, blackmail (I'm a n*gga!)
All white bricks, my crib's a igloo
Call me library, cause' your sh*t's overdue

[Verse 2]
Aquarium, I got fishscale
I'ma send a letter, blackmail (I'm a n*gga!!)
All white bricks, my crib's a igloo
Call me library, cause' your sh*t's overdue
14 that's the size on my damn shoe
Called me a crab, so I shot him out the blue
I got all the drugs, so I guess I'm a hoarder
Basketball's a dollar cause' it got 4 quarters
I ain't even care about your car, I got guap
Throwin' out the signs like a stop, traffic cop
You can call me corn, I'ma pop
I got Glock
1 times 1 equals Glock
Only said I rap, be that perc
Put ya' girl to work, she my clerk (okay)
Call me iHop, I got syrup
Sippin baby bottle, make her burp
I put lean on pancakes
Miss it when I take it, that's a mistake
She black and white
I'ma call it zebra cakes(?)
n*ggas cookin' crack, I'ma learn how to bake
Bruh mad at me
OK cool, OK Gap
f*ck a 16, I sell bars, I don't rap
You ain't got no work, you don't trap, you just cap
Call me suitcase, I got pack
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