Melvoni - BLAZE OF GLORY lyrics

[Intro] (Oh yeah, Sam, this b*tch right here go hard) I took his sh*t, you heard? The fu*k you gonna do about it? fu*k is yall ni**as gonna do? If you got a problem come say somethin' to me, ni**a (Iceberg want a bag b*tch) It's Melvoni [Verse 1] Iceberg want a bag, b*tch, I want a bag too b*tch, stop all that frontin', know I could have bagged you She said she like my accent and she like my attitude That b*tch love my swag, I be drippin' like Ragu Fifty racks inside my fu*kin' jeans, I don't need no belt It's just me, myself and I, I don't need no one fu*kin' help 'Cause last time I had a team, they tried to put me on a shelf But they don't know I am me until the end, I'ma rebel 'Cause they knew I was a problem That youngin' was shinin' and they didn't know how to stop him Was gone for a minute 'cause I had to play Possum They thought I was sinkin', but they wasn't watchin' properly Now I pull up to the scene, pockets fat like Melinake [Pre-Chorus] They gon' learn the hard way I don't give up that easy Oh, oh, oh [Chorus] I like to get it by my lonely And when I hit the top, I'ma split bread with all my homies Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police 'Cause If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' in a blaze of glory [Verse 2] I ain't never need no ni**a, me myself been through it all I ain't never need no b*tch, my left hand can do the job If I ever had a problem, I know I can call the squad And my ni**as do not play, b*tch, you fu*kin' with the mob We step behind it all I'm with ten ni**as, that's a gun in every draw And I got this choppa from the culinary arts And b*tch, I came to bang it out, I do not like to spark Wait, hold up Why this b*tch actin' so boujee? Matter fact, remember when she won't give me no coochie Now she in my bag, askin' ni**as for some Gucci Ha, broke b*tch, but she look good in a two-piece Matter fact, I think that she look better with me up But she keep lookin' at my phone, I wonder what she on I know she only fu*kin' with the crew because we on But if she tryna love me, I hope someone put me on You follow the price trends, but I like to fight the fees I made me some white friends, I like my crackers with cheese I was just down flippin' ni**as and dimes Just so I could afford studio time Y'all ni**as is playin' with me So fu*k you, ain't sh*t you could say to me [Pre-Chorus] They gon' learn the hard way I don't give up that easy Oh, oh, oh [Chorus] I like to get it by my lonely And when I hit the top, I'ma split bread with all my homies Ain't worried about no opp, ain't got to worry about no police 'Cause If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' in a blaze of glory [Outro] (Oh yeah, Sam, this b*tch right here go hard) (Iceberg want a bag b*tch)