Van Glock lyrics

[Intro]
Zane

[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
Every step color-coordinated when I walk inside the room
Hopped up out another whatchu call it and it goin' zoom
Van, this ain't a Harry Potter book, but I be totin' brooms
I know why you wanna hate, you got nothing else to do
Rifle with a scope, so I see a f*ckboy with a view
Thirty stickin' out my Trues, sorry, I ain't have a clue
Do my money dance, peel the gas, you see me slidin' through
If you thought that it was safe, pus*y boy, we watchin' you

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
I got a scope, I got a scope, I got a scope
Ayy, b*tch, I will shoot ya
I smoked the pope, I smoked the pope, I smoked the pope
That hailin' Medusa
f*ck out the way, banana will spray
Doggin' the choppa, the deadly array
Off of the yay, sippin' Kool-Aid
f*ck a b*tch sh*t with that knife and that nade
Ayy, ayy, let’s go, hit the store
I need drank to sip some more
Right before, word to Sto
b*tch, don’t touch my Gucci coat
b*tch, you broke, yeah, you short
Middle finger to the pope
Check the dope, peep the flow
Paint your b*tch ass like Van Gogh
[Verse 3: Boobie Lootaveli]
I guess the simulation glitched, stupid thot, 'cause I got rich
Lotta ass up on my b*tch, bought a Patek for my di*k
Stack my money to the ceiling, then I do that sh*t again
Two Glocks and they matching, so I call them b*tches "twinny-twins"

[Verse 4: Ramirez]
What’s the play? Posted at the trap house, playin' on 2K
Keep the K just in case them f*ckboys try to slide my way
Double case, take the police on the E-Way for a chase
Disobey and I promise that your punk-ass can’t evade (Ayy)

[Verse 5: Boobie Lootaveli]
Watch how you touch me, these fibers are delicate
b*tch, have some etiquette, suck on my elephant
I am surrounded by guns like the president
Police, they try to roll me for embezzlement
I got a stick and a K with a fifty
The drum lookin' like it was flashin' a titty
I’m breakin' a pound while I’m makin' a quarter
Pull up with gorillas, you lookin' for cover

[Verse 6: Ramirez]
Boobie the driver and b*tch, I’m the shooter
I’m holdin' the Choppa and Boobie the Ruger
I kick in your door with a two-ton bazooka
I blow your sh*t back while I’m blowin' the tookah
Money so long that I extend the ruler
Diamonds is drippin', shoutout to my jeweler
Spittin' this pimpin', the product I’m whippin'
I break up a bundle and sell to consumers