Big Glock

Album cover art for "Big Glock" by Trapboy Freddy & Shy Glizzy

Trapboy Freddy & Shy Glizzy - Rap

Big Glock

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Duration: 2:16

Lyrics

[Intro] And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it (yeah) [Chorus: Trapboy Freddy] It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I'm big Glock'd up (bang-bang) If I got my chain on, bitch, I'm big rock'd up (yeah) We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up (big pressure) They can't do none 'bout this shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up (woo, yeah) [Chorus: Trapboy Freddy] It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I'm big Glock'd up (pop, pop) If I got my chain on, bitch, I'm big rock'd up (ice) We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up They can't do none 'bout this shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up [Verse 1: Trapboy Freddy] Switch on this glizzy, I'm ridin' with Glizzy, we ridin' through the city, tryna dump all these bitches (skrrt) My trap be jumping just like it's a business My mama mad I took 30 to the dentist (boy) Call 'forе you come, nigga, this ain't no dentist (hol' up) Yeah, I takе change, I ain't takin' no pennies (nope) 2900 on a sneaker, no Skechers (ayy) Four up in a Fanta, still sippin' Dr. Pepper Cookin' up the dope, I think I got a little better I ain't know no better, shouldn't even have let up Young nigga catch plays on a four wheeler (skrrt) When I was growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer (trap) Balmain jeans, nigga, double G socks (socks) '42 bold like my shoe size Front hold clip, nigga, yell it two time Front hold clip, nigga, yell it two time [Chorus: Trapboy Freddy] It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I'm big Glock'd up (bang-bang) If I got my chain on, bitch, I'm big rock'd up (yeah) We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up (big pressure) They can't do none 'bout this shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up (woo, yeah) [Chorus: Trapboy Freddy] It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I'm big Glock'd up (pop, pop) If I got my chain on, bitch, I'm big rock'd up (ice) We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up They can't do none 'bout this shit 'cause baby, we guap'd up (el jefe, homes) [Verse 2: Shy Glizzy] Glizzy and Trapboy Freddy, you know this combination is so deadly (uh) Bitch, they call me, "Jefe", I'm a fuckin' boss, I do shit when I'm ready (jefe!) Walkin' 'round with all these baguetties, cute Italian bitch, she only eat spaghetti (woo, ooh-ooh) Way I'm poppin' these Addys, I believe I could fly, bitch, ain't no damn R Kelly (God, damn, God, damn) Hit ya' boy for the bags, New Jack City, bitch, the way I whip them Ricks (hey, hey) Pull up to my trap real fast, shoot outside the front door with that stick (bah-bah) Young street nigga with the Richard Mille, when I put it on, them bad bitches know I'm rich (Richard Mille) Chrome Hearts with the Glock, and I keep a 30 on me, somebody tell the 'opps, "Suck my dick"

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Credits

Writers
  • Trapboy Freddy
  • Shy Glizzy