G.L.C. Lyrics

My niggas be Running amok

Young and They looking for bucks

If they tell you it's up, Then it's stuck

I bid good lucklike you chuck

Rock on the top of my cuff

Ice all inside of my cup

This life got me rough

Got her calling my phone, Hoe wassup

She is the number 1 Candidate

No losses with plenty advantages

Not too many others can handle it

Why you fucking with him he a surrogate

pardon my heritage

Got a bitch that I'm fucking in Maryland

She be on that medicine

Said them pills keep her clearer than Claritin

And I know I'm the best she has seen

I am invincible, biblical

Cynical, Sentinel

She know I'm here when it's critical

Even when I'm at my penacle

I'll be in her city and swerving

Giving her dick with a purpose

Then flood up her bank through the digital aye

I'm in a real race car

And It's going fast race car

I'm in a bag

I'm in finna spazz

I'm on your girl radar

She like my dark Vader

Yea knowing me on the speedway

Smoking on weed on the e-way

Got liquor on me

Done left my homies

For you

We been talking for a while now

Why we wasting time

I know that you need me

And you one of kind

Why tryna leave

Ill be coming back for mine

Why you tryna leave

Ill be coming back for

Coming back for

And you know you the realest

I'll be the first one witness

Niggas be cap like a fitted

I'm whipping the Civic

And she hit my phone on a lone night

She give me head when it's on sight

I get the bread from a long night

Well maybe that's just if it go right