Correction Lyrics Glocks & Semis by NLE Choppa

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Back, Mack, House Entertainment (House Entertainment)
Mack and Dre the producers
Yeah, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh? Uh, yeah (Mack, he poppin' middle, yeah)

We tote them Glocks and them semis when we pull up in yo’ city
I ain't never been a ho, n***a, you know that we wit' it
Put that Glock up in his mouth just like he suckin’ on a t**ty
Make him beg for his life, and I won't show no pity
We tote them Glocks and them semis when we pull up in yo' city
I ain't never been a ho, n***a, you know that we wit' it
Put that Glock up in his mouth just like he suckin' on a t**ty
Make him beg for his life, and I won't show no pity

Yeah, yeah, I'm in this b*t*h with Buwop
If a n***a play, he getting 2Pac’ed
You know that we keep us a few Glocks
Try to rob, get popped like some Pop Rocks
In love with the Glizzy, don’t turn up around us
When I wake up, my Glock on the dresser
He say he want smoke, we bringin' that pressure
And just like the sun, the bullets melt him
Trappin’, Rollie hot, make your ho not notice me
Bags in this b*t*h stacked up like some grocery
Got Choppa wit' me, know my young n***a gon' blow for me
Check the scope, you down, pu**y n***a, O and three
Yellow tapes and body bag, yeah, it's a murder scene
Big Buwop done grabbed the Drac’ and f**ked around and wiped 'em clean
Lil' blood and 'em done wiped a n***a nose 'cause he tried to sneeze
Lil' blood and 'em done wiped a n***a nose 'cause he tried to sneeze

We tote them Glocks and them semis when we pull up in yo' city
I ain't never been a ho, n***a, you know that we wit' it
Put that Glock up in his mouth just like he suckin' on a t**ty
Make him beg for his life, and I won't show no pity
We tote them Glocks and them semis when we pull up in yo' city
I ain't never been a ho, n***a, you know that we wit' it
Put that Glock up in his mouth just like he suckin' on a t**ty
Make him beg for his life, and I won't show no pity

Mhm, mhm, soon as I see him, put one in his head
We aim at yo' fitted, don't shoot at yo' leg
I ride for n***as like bikes and peds
Mechanical pencil, hit him with the lead
One shot, two shots for the oppositions
B*t*h, you know I'm smart wit' it, we don't leave a witness
7.62's knock a n***a feet up
Take a lung out the n***a, make him stop breathing
He playing gangster on that blue until we see that man
How you playing gangster? N***a, you ain't wit' it, man
Shots fired, hit that n***a in his minivan
Heard you paid for the pu**y with my re-up money
Now Buwop layin' in yo' bushes, n***a, you a dummy
Buwop layin' in yo' bushes, n***a, you a dummy

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