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Wake up, F1lthy Yeah, Sset, Sset Glock 19 (glock 19, glock 19, glock 19) Glock 19, brand new beam Jump up out the coupe, I'ma let this bitch scream Look at all these diamonds on my neck, them bitches bling Pull up in the coupe, same color collard greens We got old sticks, look like Call of Duty 3 Glock on my hip boost up my self-esteem Black and white ski mask, bitch I look like Steam Got a fifty round, I go for fifty on your team I just stuffed the fifty in my jeans You get shot tryna play the in-between Lot of things I done saw but I can't speak Learned a lot about myself at 17 Got yo' bitch all up on her knees Yes I do come through steppin' like some troops, make me lace my boots Hanging out the roof, had a Glock 23 at 22 Bitch, I started at the bottom, ran this shit right through the roof Ran this shit right through the ceiling Everybody know I'm really the Givenchy villain Make a killin' and go pay for a killin' Pull up spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spinnin', spin again Glock 19, brand new beam Jump up out the coupe, I'ma let this bitch scream Look at all these diamonds on my neck, them bitches bling Pull up in the coupe, same colour collard greens Glock 19, brand new beam Jump up out the coupe, I'ma let this bitch scream Look at tall these diamonds on my neck, them bitches bling Pull up in the coupe, same colour collard greens
Writer(s): Richard Ortiz, Kyle Brooks, Nigel Fullenwinder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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