GLEE FR Lyrics

Welcome to the land of wicked, where shit get wicked

I present to you, Jack fucking Nitty

Trap-a-holics mixtapes

Trap-a-holics

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Gladow, uh, uh, uh

Gladow, uh, uh, uh

Ay, we gon' chase him down with hella glicks

He screamin, can't get up

Don't you think since I'm the wick, I ride with sticks, trying to

Put it up

We just ride around with chops and hella glicks

To get on ass

When we hop out, bounce out

Whip we face him drench him, get on his ass

He gone run we had hit the grr, and then we hit the dash

Dummy boy, I had to get away

I had to chase the cash

I mean, I had to chase the bag

This shit don't make a difference

Either way, I'm runnin' up this cake

What can I say

I'm gettin' gifted

Turn around and I see hoes

I'm tryin' to make them touch the ground

I don't care about your nigga, bitch

I'm on the paper route

Cause he a die up in, this bitch, if he think he gon' snake me out

Bullets flyin' in this bitch, they taggin, shit, he shakin' now

Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like Camera

This shit super wicked

This shit get super vicious

I'm gon' find a play, you pick it

Niggas don't know how to act

I get the spazzing bad

Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass

And bullets clappin' fast

You know wick be Glee

For real, you bet say no different

I don't need no monkey suit to bounce out whip and chase him

Get him

Niggas flunky around this bitch

I damn near smacked your uncle

He was ridin' around up in the V then knocked him out his buckle

I done told you that my name was four-one and the wick

And I go by nitti, come and get me

I'm gon' chop the stick

Okay, bitch, drop your lo to me and I'm gon' make sure that I set the date

When it's time to celebrate, we sent him up to heaven gates

I'm so Glee

For real, I feel like every day my birthday, nigga

Disrespect the wick and

I'm gon' leave you in the worst way, nigga

This shit be cool and fun and games until I hop out blast

Niggas, Out here dissing with no pape

That shit'll make me mad

Bitch, I hop out blammin, shoot like camera

This shit super wicked

This shit get super vicious

I'm gon' find a play, you pick it

Niggas don't know how to act

I get to spazzing bad

Call up, sin he gon' get on your ass

And bullets clappin fast