GGs lyrics

[Intro: Kay Glizz]
Frah, frah
Frah frah, boom
Like Troops
Frah frah
Like frah, boom


[Verse 1: Kay Glizz]
If they ever throw a shot at me, just know I'm getting active
Two poles equipped for the action, I know an opp who got shot and went passive
And they don't ever do no clappin', I'mma jump in and out that V with passion
We dump on them Folks and then get to stackin' (GDK), don't bust a move if it ain't about backends
Grah, bullets is stretching, elastic, pour up a four, this sh*t is fantastic
Oh, they want smoke, then we overmatch it, and we smoke Pizzle out, three different gases
It's me and M Row, just know we not lacking, had to get back on my sh*t, I've been slackin'
Had to focus up, I gotta bring that cash in, tryna hit Dallas and ball with the Mavericks
Grah, anybody tryna push up goin in the ashes, all of my Troopers on bad sh*t
You get shot if you black flagging, they do not got enough money for caskets
Ain't no running when them bullets blasting, magic, we left the scene, it was tragic
I might really go flick it in fashion, cuzzy had to tell me chill and keep rapping
Uh, I just got a drop, let's go fill up the tank, I don't wanna see nothing but red paint
We gotta move quick, I don't got time to waste, we taking any lil n*gga who want rank
Now we in the V smoking Lo to the face, the dot on my block, I don't got time to chase
We all jump out, but I'm at first place, the last one back gotta pay for the drinks
Every trip, we gon get in that bath, everyday motion when we bring in cash
Better watch your ho cause you gon' be mad, if I f*ck her, she ain't coming back
Waka with me, its 150 on the dash, he won't crash, we got the city on smash
Catch an opp, he gon' leave in a baggy, walk in the store and leave out with no tax

[Verse 2: M Row]
Bro in the cut with his two cups, way too muddy, I told him it's too much
Like, quickdraw demon, I'm too clutch, I'm really the type to just clutch on a school bus
Cold weather, back chop out the musta, switch up the code, next day get a new one
Three zone, I'mma call it a two-one, one n*gga running away from like two guns
I swear all it take is just one call, poof, blitz, n*gga got dust off
If you get booked in that station, just sit and be patient in case it be unsolved
One shot made his whole life shorter, it's sad cause before he had died he was dumb tall
Like, wasn't too quick with his gun draw, bullets was hitting him, making his gun fall


[Verse 3: Kay Glizz, M Row]
We make series while y'all making snippets, we started bangin' and he saw the kickin'
Block dead, all I'm hearing is crickets, first n*gga I see on that corner, I'm flickin'
I'm tryna catch a n*gga while he p*ssing, I'm tryna have these n*ggas reminiscing
Like, y'all know y'all down on the score, so tell me the reason why y'all n*ggas dissing









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