Double Glock Lyrics

Running all these bands

Running all these bands

Ooh!

Yeah, yeah

Double glock my hands with two holsters on my hip

I'm a young enriching man and I'm horny as a bitch

Double G my outfit like it's 2006

All this reefer in my hands like I hit a fucking lick

Pulling up in a fucking Rover

I need that money, I get it fasho

Let me pull your bitch off of my dick, she off that Coca-Cola

Running them up until it's over

I need that money, I get it fasho

Leave your man like fetty with no eye, put him in glockcoma

Yeah, yeah

Feel like I been running off the juice

Yeah

Feel like I been running off the juice

If you don't got no fetty I can't fuck with you I'm gone

Doubles in my holsters, I got two guns, let's get it on

Put your mans up on a poster, I'm gon' roll up then he gone

I been rolling since a youngin', now when I roll up, they gon' run

Don't go playing with your life, cause you only live once

See how the way I be toting the beam, I need that money fasho

She wanna fuck up on my team, she gon' have to show she mean shit

See how I been rapping off this shits a bop, I ain't dreaming

Your bitch took my kids just from her top, now she cleaning

Yeah, yeah

Your bitch gave me top, why the fuck she now cleaning

Why the fuck that bitch cleaning

Yeah, yeah

Double glock my hands with two holsters on my hip

I'm a young enriching man and I'm horny as a bitch

Double G my outfit like it's 2006

All this reefer in my hands like I hit a fucking lick

Pulling up in a fucking Rover

I need that money, I get it fasho

Let me pull your bitch off of my dick, she off that Coca-Cola

Running them up until it's over

I need that money, I get it fasho

Leave your man like fetty with no eye put him in glockcoma

Yeah, yeah

Put that muh' fuck in some glockcoma

Yeah

Got your bitches like a bee, how she tryna take my honey

I been feinding for the cheese, got my stomach fucking rumbling

Back when I was saying cheese, never knew what I'd be smuggling

Drugs up in the underwear, rap songs I was mumbling

Ooh, feel like my face falling off my body, I'm too faded

Groupies tryna' get inside my pockets, I'm sick of it

Yeah, yeah