GLOCK N DA BAD NEWS BAG

Lyrics

[Intro] —I just look at the sky Through this panoramic [?] My foot on the gas, I'm in that coupe Get some money, ain't nothin' else to do We take risks like we got nothin' to lose I'm always thinkin' about my next— (I love DJ Gren8de) Man, I be hearin' y'all niggas tryna run off with my shit man SOS Give that shit back man, find your own way (Kp4x) Yeah [Chorus] Glock in the bad news bag It'll turn a nigga day to a bad one fast This car fast, it still got paper tags I'm countin' this cash in my other bitch bed I'm countin' this cash, now my old bitch mad To get this money, had to give it all I had She plottin' on me, they want me to go out bad Damn, I can't go like that Don't play like that, get smoked like that I think I want a Hellcat I'm gettin' money now, run and tell that When you broke, they be quick to tell everybody When you count it up, these hoes be for everybody Poles on us and they really anybody Just gotta love me 'cause them bands on me [Verse] Sometimes I just look at the sky Through this panoramic [?] My foot on the gas, I'm in that coupe Get some money, ain't nothin' else to do We take risks like we got nothin' to lose I'm always thinkin' about my next move If you in the way, then you better move I'm gon' count it up, you know how we do I'ma get this money 'cause I know how to do it They tryna steal my sound, I'm an influence Designer shades on, I'm under the influence I'm talkin' to the money, I speak fluent I told you that I was a star before you knew it You prolly couldn't do what I did, would've blew it Had to go through some lil' things You know that this shit just come with the game Everywhere I go, I got that thang They tryna take me out my lane You know it ain't shit to make it rain Y'all niggas don't feel my pain I'm clutchin', it ain't no thang I get high like the old Gucci Mane I smoke back to back like Juicy J [Chorus] Glock in the bad news bag It'll turn a nigga day to a bad one fast This car fast, it still got paper tags I'm countin' this cash in my other bitch bed I'm countin' this cash, now my old bitch mad To get this money, had to give it all I had She plottin' on me, they want me to go out bad Damn, I can't go like that Don't play like that, get smoked like that I think I want a Hellcat I'm gettin' money now, run and tell that When you broke, they be quick to tell everybody When you count it up, these hoes be for everybody Poles on us and they really anybody Just gotta love me 'cause them bands on me