Glizzy Gang - Glock Boyz lyrics

[Intro:] GG baby Murda [Chorus:] GG we on fire like the f*cking lap boy Now I keep that pistol get your a** pop boy I be on the corner running from the cops boy Getting how you live we be counting racks boy Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy Play with my homeboys you gon meet the Glock boyz Boy boy boy we be counting racks boy Play with my homeboys you gon meet the Glock boyz [Verse 1:] F*ck your trap boy, that ain't no trap boy Trash bags and d** in my f*cking trap boy Police kick the door boutta play the bad boy I ain't going down now I'ma shoot it out boy Bottles on the way youngins in the club boy Standing on the couches throwing on my guns boy She a good girl but she into bad boys All that rah-rah sh**, y'all just make me laugh boy Leeching off the last man you should be ashamed boy Mnd your f*cking business stay in your f*cking lane boy You can't shoot for sh** n***a get some f*cking aim boy Glizzy Gang for life that act the f*cking chain boy [Chorus] [Verse 2:] b**h I'm here honcho you a little bitty boy b**h I think I'm John Doe don't come to my city boy Gli- Glizzy I'm so bad I got all the jury boy You think I'm the lick but you really scared boy Luber time my touch Cli click in my broke Who dat I dunno Bobby gotta go And b**h I still be posting on the low Shoot a n***a sh** up then we headed to the show I'm so fly boy, I'm so high boy I'm arrogant as f*ck my [?] a** I hide boy Glizzy Gang for life they think you out the gang boy My money come out proper that sh** ain't the sprite boy [Chorus] [Outro:] (Boy, boy, boy, boy)