GS&D's ft. Clipzz Lyrics

Glock Switch and Dracos, all my killers gon shoot if i say so

Aim for the head, drop, lay low

All my niggas get the bag no payroll

We done wore the same clothes, fucked the same hoes

Now i leave the spot looking like a bankroll

Had to cut em off we ain't got the same goal

Heard a nigga got shot, case closed

Know a nigga slime you out for the peso

I done took a lotta L's but i ate those

She gon do it for the streets man i hate hoes

Bro thought he could save her threw a cape on

I done been my own man fuck what they on

Told bro do the dash, take the plates off

Know some niggas tryna give me a halo

Play with guns before it was play dough

Then it turned to a glock with a switch

Hop in a drop gettin top from a bitch

Bro paranoid keep a chop in the whip

She told me drop all my hoes but i didn't

Got in my feelings i told bro to spin

Whole lotta wock in my cup got me bent

I be on point spot a snake when i see it

Don't gotta shoot i put five on his head

This shit get wicked and get dark i done almost lost my heart

This shit get wicked and get dark i done almost lost my heart

Hide the blick in the stash, them boys tried to get me (Mhm)

There's two thing i want, i wanna be rich and take over the city (Mhm)

And when shit get wicked, my niggas all wit it, we holding this 50 (Mhm)

All of this pain that im gonna numb, i fuck up my kidney

Ain't no drama round here, so i need em away, away from my business

Tried think of them memories for my dawgs, sometimes i forget it

Lord forgive me for all of my sins, that i done did

The only outcome, is to win

Prada shades can't see through the bullshit

Hit that switch its gon empty the full clip

Don't claim that you real, thats full of shit

It hold 40 inside of the ruler clip

Everywhere that we go, they like who is this

All i know if i want, yea i took a risk

Dirty stove in that kitchen, we cookin shit

When the choppa come out watch him run from it

Whole lotta fear, gotta be runnin shit

Said that i'm him, yea bitch im one of them

Fuck all them kids, we do not run from them

Every tear that i drop ima go get a hunnit clip

It's a heater on me, you ain't touching shit

Gotta a hunnit shells for a hunnit (Shhh)

Lost a hunnit friends, had a hunnit fails

Outta a hunnit niggas i think ten is real

I done flipped a hunnit P's, had a hunnit sales

I heard a hunnit lies i know no one real

I seen him get hit seen homicide for real

Keep a chop on my side ain't no fear

I done lost a lotta niggas on my dad side

Manage heat like my name was Pat Riley

Ain't no food we was eating pack ramen

Exterminator i don't need no rat round me

Growing up i had them niggas tryna doubt me

Iron on me like my name was Robert Downey

Carti on me dripping water like a fountain

Ice up on me like a nigga on top a mountain

Glock Switch and Dracos, all my killers gon shoot if i say so

Aim for the head, drop, lay low

All my niggas get the bag no payroll

We done wore the same clothes, fucked the same hoes

Now i leave the spot looking like a bankroll

Had to cut em off we ain't got the same goal

Heard a nigga got shot, case closed

Know a nigga slime you out for the peso

I done took a lotta L's but i ate those

She gon do it for the streets man i hate hoes

Bro thought he could save her threw a cape on

I done been my own man fuck what they on

Told bro do the dash, take the plates off

Know some niggas tryna give me a halo

Play with guns before it was play dough

Then it turned to a glock with a switch

Hop in a drop gettin top from a bitch

Bro paranoid keep a chop in the whip

She told me drop all my hoes but i didn't

Got in my feelings i told bro to spin

Whole lotta wock in my cup got me bent

I be on point spot a snake when i see it

Don't gotta shoot i put five on his head

This shit get wicked and get dark i done almost lost my heart

This shit get wicked and get dark i done almost lost my heart

Know a nigga slime you out for the peso

I done took a lotta L's but i ate those

What they want

Case closed

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