Stash The Glock

Lyrics

[Intro: BandGang Lonnie Bands] (CrownedStevo) Huh, huh [Verse 1: BandGang Lonnie Bands] I'm a heavyweight, knock a nigga down like I'm Fury All we know is take, nigga, so you better tuck that jewelry I see you lookin' at my chain, yeah, it's clarity, don't try nothin' I put it on your head like it's charity and buy somethin' Huh, you should've seen these niggas' face when that Glock up Huh, we ain't doin' no attempts, nigga, we gon' drop somethin' [Verse 2: The Godfather] Please just stash the Glock if we get flicked 'cause I am not runnin' Fiends comin' back-to-back, bitch, we got the spot jumpin' Raid this bitch last week, but they ain't stop nothin' Poody bought me a new fully, let's go opp huntin' [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Man, this bitch'll chop down a tree, I think I'm Paul Bunyan When it go click, click, we spit the whole hundred Huh, boy, you better use your lil' mind like you know somethin' Huh, when Unkle 2 spit that fire, boy, he tryna tote somethin' Huh, niggas, they be thinkin' with they dick, sic my ho on 'em Huh, in the kitchen cookin' up a split, I mean a whole onion [Verse 4: The Godfather] Whites, he just pulled up with a six, we gon' pour somethin' Send my young dog on a hit, he gon' go somethin' And have a bitch stompin' the blade, bitch, I know somethin' Every time I touch down in your bity, 'nother load bomin' [Verse 5: ShredGang Mone] I been stackin' hundreds by the pile I can spread this shit from LA all the way to Belle Isle Niggas broke, need to throw in the towel Big Five-seveN wipe his nose, niggas think that I'm slime [Verse 6: BandGang Paid Will] On my mama, I been eatin' since a child This hundred-round clip, it'll drop the whole crowd Masked up when I'm whippin', the aroma too loud You can get them bitches whole or we'll break 'em all down [Verse 7: ShredGang Mone] They see the drum on the Drac', they like, "Wow" He don't die from the shots, heart attack 'cause it's loud I blew a hundred-some racks off them pounds I was down on my knuckles, bitch, look at me now [Verse 8: BandGang Paid Will] Drop a pin, we gon' be out there campin' Soon as he run out, we gon' run down fappin' Do a nigga so dirty, he gon' have a closed casket Don't compare us to these niggas, this a different type of savage [Verse 9: BandGang Lonnie Bands, The Godfather, ShredGang Mone & BandGang Paid Will] Don't compare us to nobody, y'all our mini-mes Run up on a pussy nigga with these .223s Hop out with that wood swingin', that bitch like the major league It ain't a problem, we can get them things to A to Z Huh, and we still gettin' them scripts from your grandmammy Blues goin' for thirty-five down to Cincinnati Always askin' for my fee like I'm panhandlin' I gotta go and get this bag, I got a play in Dallas