Intro

Lyrics

[Intro] Come on GlockBoyz, nigga Yeah (BangThatShit) Yeah [Verse] These broke hoes, they be the worst, they never understand me (Never understand me) I put this dick in hoes life, they wanna leave they family I can probably act like I love a bitch and win a Grammy (And win a Grammy) My new bitch so fuckin' cold, I'll probably Instagram her (I'll probably Instagram her) Say you online, I can't put you on my page (I can't put you on my page) They just knocked my nigga down, so we back signin' for days (We back signin' for days) They probably locked my niggas down, do it, we back signed with Canes I got a lot of friends that's dead, you wouldn't understand my pain (You wouldn't understand my pain, nigga), nigga It's so much that's goin' on, I'm losin' sleep (I'm losin' sleep, yeah) It's so much that's goin' on, I ain't really tryna hear no beats (I ain't tryna rap) I ain't tryna rap for you, I want my niggas to be free (I want my niggas to be free, boy) I don't want the beef to die down, I want another R.I.P (Another R.I.P, boy) It's summertime, my niggas love when shit be poppin' Even the youngest nigga with us got him a rocket, we all violent (We all violent) Ain't nobody stayin' home, we all slidin' Couple times I sit and think, how life'd be if she was mine, nigga? (She was mine) That bankroll addin' up, it's startin' to look like somethin' (Startin' to look like somethin') You just made your first dollar, you never had no money (You never had no money) I'll fuck around and spend two dollars on a chain this summer I just ran that shit back up again, you know that Range comin' (You know that Range comin') [Interlude] How I was supposed to worry 'bout you? You wasn't never in my— (Done worryin' 'bout), nigga Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga Yeah [Verse 2] How I'm supposed to worry 'bout you? You weren't never worried 'bout me You ever slept inside the trap? House cold, I wore my hoodie in my sleep (Yeah) Free my dog, he ain't in jail, but he locked in on the streets (He locked in on the streets) He said he know he goin' to Hell 'cause he done caught so many B's (Caught so many B's) Bae, I appreciate your time, here go some Prada tees (Here go some Prada tees) I'm ass backwards, I bought you Prada sneaks because you proud of me (Because you proud of me) They think I moved way out of town, I'm still inside the D (I'm still inside the D) I'm still inside the streets, this shit inside of me (This shit inside of me) I turned my shit up, now my pockets bulgin' (Yeah) But I'm still feeling lonely (Yeah), I think I need a Rollie (I think I need a Rollie) I think I need a bitch that's bad to ride my like a stollie (Ride me like a stollie) I think a need a trophy, need you to come put it on me, hurry up She like, "You back sippin' that lean?" She see my double cup (She see my double cup) Shit, I ain't perfect, I admit, bae, I be fuckin' up That ass clubbin', you so fuckin' foul, why would I give it up? I had a dream that you was layin' in my bed and woke up mad as fuck (Damn) I be tryna figure out why you don't talk to me (Why you don't talk to me?) I know you want a boss, nigga, I know you see the boss in me You so fine, I'm tryna have you parkin' Bentley They used to call her Maserati, might go buy one just to get it, nigga