Gleeamons

Lyrics

[Intro] (KP, play that back, man) (Ayy, Wamsz, this is hard) [Chorus: Silent] Ride and mean it, ridin' demons Who don't hear must feel it We just wanna score like Griezmann Snap it safe when the mandem's preein' Bro caught my man on the lack and gleed him Please don't tell us 'bout spleegings, spleegings Anywhere I leave man leakin' [Verse 1: Silent] My nigga got life, so I got him for life My nigga got time, but he think about the guys My nigga got time, now time's goin' by Tell him, "Clocks don't stop, everythin' will be fine" (Free the guys) Free Double S, my slatt, my slime (Free him) Old school, old school days on push bikes That was me and bro with our demon knives (Ah, man) We'll show them about demon glides (Facts) Southside, suttin got chinged in the main road Now we gotta lay low from plain clothes (Ah) Hella G checks when I step in the rave, rude boy don't step on his faceholes (Mh-hmm) How many times has DripDat do it in the mains? Gang should've called him MainRoad (MainRoad) TTrap caught him a header, yes, broski went through canerows (Ying that) Bro got touched in a Thursday, Friday, came serve, suttin got corn (Bap, bap) 'Bout suttin bakin', the whole Brix got locked off (Glee) A Team grab waps and pop off Rapid response, don't sleep on no L's (No) Bring out the 12 and tape off bruckers (No) Pissed that I'm sittin' on tag when I'm grabbin' the mash and I rise and pop off Still tryna do man dirty, perm his percy (Bill him) He ran off and left his bredrin and my broski cheffed him, them man are nerdy (Neeks) Four packs to the Hill, we got loads of percies (Bill it up) Way before the gang got shh and shh, my nigga TrapMash got worksy [Verse 2: Dopesmoke] It is what it is, still rip out skin (Rip that) Still screamin', "Fuck the pigs" cah they had man locked in the can like fish (Fuck them) Two-two rev on the gas (Rev it), she best do dash (Rev it), she could get dipped And this brown ting love me like weave, so she come down South to take this dick (Dirty) Back then, I used to do it with Dripz, I damp man's top for talkin' shit (Damp, damp) And I can't be bummy like him, so I fly OT, tryna fill up my SIM (Up see) Ab just asked for a tick, I don't need ticks, are you takin' the piss? KLoose screamed and I pushed it in (Man ying that) And I heard he's a masterching, but he scratched my bro when he swung his ying (Man knife that) Hillside only, we'll do it for the fifth (Only) Baby boy should've stayed in his crib He was chatty on tracks, should've wore a bib (Should've wore that) And I still keep rambo in hip Anywhere I go, it comes like Dripz (It comes) And I still keep rambo in my hip Anywhere I go, it comes like Dripz Rambo swing, that's fabric rip Dip, swing, tryna drown this prick Fuck the judge, free my nigs I think 'bout him when I'm smokin' spliff Pull up on badness, aim and tap it Try not run, you get bun like cigs I'm in the bando takin' risk Three foot twenty, I don't know 'bout ticks I'm really out here tryna make this flip [Bridge] He ain't gonna get off his corners You gon' leave his people be? Or you don't want is go find yourself a new club You don't mean that shit? The fuck I don't, I built this shit Me, brick by brick [Chorus: Silent] Ride and mean it, ridin' demons Who don't hear must feel it We just wanna score like Griezmann Snap it safe when the mandem's preein' Bro caught my man on the lack and gleed him Please don't tell us 'bout spleegings, spleegings Anywhere I leave man leakin' Ride and mean it, ridin' demons Who don't hear must feel it We just wanna score like Griezmann Snap it safe when the mandem's preein' Bro caught my man on the lack and gleed him Please don't tell us 'bout spleegings, spleegings Anywhere I leave man leakin' [Outro] (KP, play that back, man) (Ayy, Wamsz, this is hard)