Gleece Lyrics

1 nigga with 2 glocks

Sliding this a stolen whip

All that dissing on the gram

Gon' get your stupid ass hit

Almost faced that last nigga

Stopped the car hit upped his whip

Told lil foenem dump that h*e

So he emptied out the clip

Can't get you l get your man

Opp hoe that pussy bap

So you know I hit her friend

Must ain't heard about that last nigga

Caught him and he ran

Must ain't heard about that last nigga

Smoking in this wood

Hoes say Ballout you the man

Told lil bruh get in that mode

So he popped another xan

Exotic chops they come from Russia

Sticked up like the Taliban

Bitch we got bout' every gun

Nigga name a time Iran

SRT on every glock

Draco burn you like it's Usher (What)

Draco burn you like it's Usher

Heard that lil bitch she fan of my fucking music

Run up choppa make you flip

Yeah im dying behind this shit

Im in love with fucking blicks

Every glock came with a switch

We don't talk to 12

Don't talk to opps

Some shit like Andrew Luck

Keep on dissing on the gang

Gon' get your stupid ass bucked

Hit him with that 30 in a hurry

Shoot like Stephen Curry

Heard she low key tryna fuck

Yeah that lil b*tch she a slut

Reup with some ammo

Need some guns hit up dat nigga Guap

Talking down on bruh i'm sending shots

Behind this fucking blick

Don't ask me bout' no other shit

You know I rep this trap shit

I'll go slide right by myself

I don't need no fucking clique

I can't lie we your section

Keep that glock no Smith & Wesson

Free my nigga Rome

They gave him 20 I know he going crazy

Locked inside the box

Im sending shots behind that fucking name

Ever since this rapping sh*t popped off

I got a lil fame

Young and turnt might fuck your bitch

She said Nik you got a name

Groupie bitch hit from the back

In your city flipping packs

Foe nem hit this left

Then hit that right

Made his ass run like track

Then we double back

Swing the door get on the floor

Hopped out with them fully drakes

Tryna put you niggas up

These 223s and 556 then thats your ass

Come test your luck

Shout out Packaban yeah he the man

Hit shit like 9/11 bitch im out my mind

Im in that mode

Just popped a perky pill

Blacked out everything

With them blicks suit up it's time to drill

We the ones who really stepping

Bitch you know we trained to kill

Born to be the greatest

Im throwing plays just like im Tom Brady

Bitch im really feeling Gleece

Name nan nigga wanna fuck with me (What)

Hold on nan nigga wanna fuck with me

Trap shit be the gang

Man fuck that pussy boy put him on a tee

Bitch im feeling gleece

Name nan nigga want fuck with me

1 nigga with 2 glocks

Sliding this a stolen whip

All that dissing on the gram

Gon get your stupid ass hit

Almost faced that last nigga

Stopped the car hit upped his whip

Told lil foenem dump that hoe

So he emptied out the clip

Can't get you l get your man

Opp hoe that pussy bap

So you know I hit her friend

Must ain't heard about that last nigga

Caught him and he ran

Must ain't heard about that last nigga

Smoking in this wood

Hoes say Ballout you the man