Glee'z & Srts Lyrics

Bounce out V's, wit srts how you slide but ain't blow yo glee

Smokin on dead out the P Like damn that dead nigga reek say fuck yo deceased

How many niggas done died on that side Ain't no more rest in peace

I think it's about that time, that y'all niggas Mask up slide and, put shit on a tee

I miss my niggas that's gone for all of my niggas that's gone you'll get put underneath

Bro ride 6 inch chromes So when it's time for to get gone he a lock with the V

We 4 deep 4 poles So if them boys hit them lights we gon go onna speed

How many niggas you know that'll hop out And let shit blow just to score for the team

say My mindset was hop out cars and send shit up to the stars

Now I'm tryna make cream but you won't even get too far

Think about fine slide this car boa it ain't what it seem

This bitch thick my God but she don't even want my heart

She just want my seed But I can't trip that's hard

Cause I won't even getting that far I'm tryn hit and then leave but she knew it was over

Ho I'm a shooter I swear I don't got time for us to be laid up

Brodie keep hitting my phone with the drop on the opps We can score hit real quick like a lay up

Fuck yo paper Bitch we all got some paper

Ain't none of that shit finna save you Some niggas dissing tryn go back and forth

Through them songs till the Drac bombing shit onna pavement

But I can lie I been laying real low tryna stack up my guap

Cause I heard that them boys tryn take us

But I ain't even playin' We puttin' belts to the ass wit our Glocks for who think that we playin

One nigga tryna come slide on our rip and Got hit in his hip when the chop got to sprayin

Man that lil bitch was dumping Nigga got hit in his muffin

Come get me I ain't sayin' nothin' When we had to walk down on lil shh

watched em croak take his last breathe but that shit won't even bout nun come clear da scene with a button the drac and the ap was humming y'all know how we coming nigga get lit with crowd type shit if we don't fuck with fun we gon come end the function

Longlive my niggas that died in that car and free Jugg niggas know that nigga 100

Stop all of that frontin' Lil' bro came through with a button

Now all of a sudden she fuckin' Niggas just playin' that shit on the net

Like they slidin' with kids But they ain't even rushin

I like to hop out cars with blicks and sticks we need drums when big bruh get the buttons

But I can't lie like the opps ain't nothin' But I ain't finna front like they ass really sum

We 4 deep in the all black whip tryn Smack us a Vick but they ass kept runnin

Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100

Anything y'all niggas did we done done it And y'all know the facts bra just keep it 100