SD (Slime Dollaz) - Glory Boyz lyrics

[Hook: Chief Keef] Glory boyz in this b**h, we be f**ing all them hoes And kush what we smoke, thought I had to let you know Only f**ing with them bros, thought I had to let you know Sending shots to them f** boys, thought I had to let you know We them n***as that's for sure, and I bet you know Wic City, Lamron, Glory Boyz, bet you know Blackgate, bet you know, y'all fake, bet you know Bang bang, bet you know, thought I had to let you know [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Bullets flying your way, like a helicopter And we pull triggers like scissors, that chopper tear your block up Have my n***as do the drill, and they don't need no dollars All they need is a full clip, I yell "action" they let it holler You a b**h n***a go play, get the f** up out my face Have my guys do the drill, we don't f** with you no way 300 n***a that's that, we some real n***as that's fact Got that b**h s**ing my dick, while I'm rolling that loud pack I'm mustard n***as so catch up, it's a drill but you'll get wet up So don't ever disrespect us, like bad kids we reckless And all we know is drill, we train and go to k** Get money smoke loud and all we know is drill [Hook] [Verse 2: Fredo Santana] Every day I'm in this sh**, every day it's different sh** I be chasing after that bag, and I'll be damned if I get bagged And I'm all about that cash, screaming "f** the other side" And you know it's free the guys, all them n***as better duck It's a drill for them f**s, I don't f** around with them f**s And it's Front Street and Lamron, Wic City that's my team And I slide up on Blackgate and do some drills with SD And they told me it's a drill so I called up [?] All them n***as think it's sweet That's how summer they 'gone see All about the glory, everybody in the field Every day we in the field, every day we on drills And I tell my n***as it's real, because every day n***as get k**ed [Hook] [Verse 3: SD] Pay attention dumb f**, we a team don't try your luck A couple bands up in my pants, I'mma need a belt to hold it up Bad b**hes leave 'em stuck, I couldn't be talking get up Rollin' tripping out that stuff, that kush it got my eyes puffed On the block getting money, no can't f** around with them f**s Wic City they do hits, and it ain't no telling who they hit Front Street, Glory Boyz, keep the hoes on the dick f** n***as beat a face, I keep them heaters just in case [2G?] City let em lay, Lamron ain't on the spray I don't f** around with them f**s It's too many reals can't be a cake And them hoes we shell em down, they tryna f** I want the face Fredo rolling up that stank, we act a jungle in the paint Drill [Hook]