CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Lifers
(30, you a motherf**kin' fool, n***a)
Glock (Huh?)
Yeah (Huh?), yeah, yeah (Wop)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
I heard my buddy went out bad, but I'm nothin' like my buddy 'nem (Well, damn)
He went out sad, it made me mad, now I can't even f**k with him (Wow)
Them suckers them, what's up with them? I buck on them, scuff up them Timbs
Petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them
Cripple n***a, sh*tbag, wheelchairs, I humble them
Bullets get to flippin' and fumblin' and tumblin'
"Gucci Mane, hey let's jump him," nobody jumpin' him (No)
One man, two handguns, that's what you up against
My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big?
From whippin' dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again
I don't know where you from, holme, but you best come again
Ain't nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans (It's Gucci, Wop)
Haha, ayy, I just broke my thumb again
Yeah, I been runnin' up my money, I can't run up out a win
Yup, I was runnin' wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen'
And I still hold it down too, my mama ain't raise no damn fool
Yeah, I'm Big Glock, I do big sh*t, boy, I ain't nothin' like you
I'm flexin' hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue
I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I'm just twenty-two
They like, "How the f**k he get that?" sh*t, I been gettin' to it
Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves, yeah, b*t*h, I been makin' moves
Yeah, stuntin' too hard, I had to play it cool
Mama told me them boys ain't cool
Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two
Yeah, b*t*h, we a terrible two
This watch right here cost a Lam' truck, but
sh*t, I think I want a Lam' truck too
Glock (Huh?)
Yeah (Huh?), yeah, yeah (Wop)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
I heard my buddy went out bad, but I'm nothin' like my buddy 'nem (Well, damn)
He went out sad, it made me mad, now I can't even f**k with him (Wow)
Them suckers them, what's up with them? I buck on them, scuff up them Timbs
Petty hustles, predators, pressure them then they crumble them
Cripple n***a, sh*tbag, wheelchairs, I humble them
Bullets get to flippin' and fumblin' and tumblin'
"Gucci Mane, hey let's jump him," nobody jumpin' him (No)
One man, two handguns, that's what you up against
My right arm is so-called strong, why is the muscle big?
From whippin' dope in my long-johns, I made it jump again
I don't know where you from, holme, but you best come again
Ain't nobody sold more dope than me but Mexicans (It's Gucci, Wop)
Haha, ayy, I just broke my thumb again
Yeah, I been runnin' up my money, I can't run up out a win
Yup, I was runnin' wild, had to hold it down, my mom was in the pen'
And I still hold it down too, my mama ain't raise no damn fool
Yeah, I'm Big Glock, I do big sh*t, boy, I ain't nothin' like you
I'm flexin' hard with my young black ass and all my cash is blue
I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I'm just twenty-two
They like, "How the f**k he get that?" sh*t, I been gettin' to it
Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves, yeah, b*t*h, I been makin' moves
Yeah, stuntin' too hard, I had to play it cool
Mama told me them boys ain't cool
Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two
Yeah, b*t*h, we a terrible two
This watch right here cost a Lam' truck, but
sh*t, I think I want a Lam' truck too
