Lyrics:
for real
Walk with two glock 40's
And a pitt bull
I got two glock 40's
And a pitt bull
I got two glock 40's
And a pitt bull
I got two glock 40's
40s on the ground for the times that I never put your ass on the kitchen floor
Ay
Baddies all around, tryna cop me some
Yeah, gimme that
You can
on your block
I got a beam on the Glock
Chewy gon tan a bitch
It's something for something, big goofy shits
We ain't new to this, 40's on 40's been booming
stacking it up
We getting so rich, yeah
Talking your cap and I'm sending it back
I got your 40's and 40's in the back
I got your shorty she wanna go back
were zoning off xannies and smoking doja
Just running from the control of the system and all the police, wait
I don't wanna wait till my 40's
Till my
nigga well before I die
With two Glock 40s (40)
With two Glock 40s (40)
I ain't going nowhere without two Glock 40s (40)
Two Glock 40s (40)
Two Glock 40s
I got two 40s for them niggas
I got two 40s for them niggas
I got two 40s for them niggas
I am a monster like it's October 31st
Roll up with the 9
get to keep my satisfied
Grab one, it's time to kick it in my city
Ain't no stallin, 'cause you know the 40's callin
[Hook]
The 40's callin for me, I
Got it up off of the newport days
Got new money now
But the mad dog stays
I got new ice in play
Drinking 40's all day
Finding comfort in my old ways
get to keep my satisfied
Grab one, it's time to kick it in my city
Ain't no stallin, 'cause you know the 40's callin
(Hook)
The 40's callin for me, I
passer rundt no'n 40s yo
Uh Pimp Lotion og Beez
Sitter her og skriver rim som no'n G's
Sjekker opp no'n shorties man
Og passer rundt no'n 40s man
Det her
Them my shorties, them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I get my shorties 40's
They come through blowin' blowin' blowin'
They ain't
a Breitling for the timer
Hey, hey, hey
Them my shorties (Them my shorties), them my shorties
Them my shorties, them my shorties
I give my shorties 40s
This right here for all them OGs
Hustle on the block all the way to the top
Let’s get tore down (tore tore down)
40’s to go around (tore tore down)
Bitch, if don't you know, you better run
I got two damn 40's on the couch
And I've never trusted nobody losin' count
I got shooters with me, know we
Hey
Yea
Damn when you play this shit
Don't play this shit no lower than the max
Lets get it
When we slidin it’s 40’s wit 30’s
We beat up they block
Heard that u got urs word on the Street is I got mines
40’s n Glock 9’s we was spinnin no Stoppin at stop signs
I ain’t wit the politicking (nahhhh)
Bout to cop a room my crib they can't go
I got two Glock 40's in a ranger
Try to take my shit you know I can't go
I got 3 bad bitches in a Range Rover
Bitch it’s Halloween
My niggas they stepping
Go get ya weapons
We got 40’s bitch
Walk up to his door
I’m wit my shordy bitch
Its 40 bitch
Knocking
shoes
Im from the South bitch, yeah
Finna get lit bitch, yeah
Look at my gang, we pull up on you
Got 40's and sticks bitch, yeah
Trap out the Zone 6ix
and some rollies
I'm gonna show it of
With some new stacks and some 40s
I got some news
I'm richer then what all of you knew
I got some news
I'm richer then
Came through drummin’ with a 50
Woah
Time piece cost a hunnid 60
Jheez
236 Boomin’ gettin’ litty
Smoke
Curls with a couple 40’s
Work
Came through
One for you dawg
Ready to shoot yall
Yeaaa Yeaaa
2 glock 40's
One for me and you
All my niggas down
Ready to shoot
Tell me what you really wanna do
How I'm steppin
On they block
Think I'm a frat boy
On the corner
Yea my niggas
Was some dope boys
Young niggas
Stay wit 40s
Please don't play wit us
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