[Intro: Glocky Cash Only]
Real shit
Dade County, Flint shit, nigga
SG, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Glocky Cash Only]
Y3 puffer, it's cool out (Yeah)
Had my mama crib smellin' loud, I had to move out (Real shit)
Just sold ten, got twenty more I can move now (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Hit my number, I want racks (I want racks), I want racks (I want racks)
Need my plug to show me love on them packs (On them packs)
Love my bitch, but that bitch, she a brat (She a brat)
Took a trip to get that bitch off my back (Off my back)
With my other ho (Yeah), just touched down (Just touched down)
20K off them P's what we touch now (What we touch now)
Yeah, knock knock, not like a joke (Ain't nothin' funny, nigga)
Knock knock like more money at the door (Cash Only)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, it's cut, but they love the cheap dope (Real shit, ayy)
Uh, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Gun in my hand when I peep the peephole, I don't trust shit
[Verse 1: Rio Da Yung OG]
Bring your Glock to the hood, let's have a shootout
Bought a 2020 'Vette, blew the roof out
I know them hoes hit blow, I brought some oot out
Lil' sixty racks on me, brought the loot out
Ridin' with the old K, I don't give a fuck who out
Lil' dog ain't use his brain, it got blew out
Hit your bitch and broke the bedframe, she got blew out
After I bust my nut, she got threw out
Like Phil did that nigga Jazz on Fresh Prince
Thirty for a slab, this a fresh brick
But he don't even know this a pressed brick
Drop a hundred shots out the Glock, it jammed, had to reset it
Yeah, nigga, I'm so extra
If I buy a deuce with me, I want my extras
I can't go a day without my medicine
Every nigga 'round me got a felony
So Da Yung OG broke, that's what you tellin' me?
Bitch, shut the fuck up and suck my letter D
Nowadays, it's ninety-five hundred for a letter E
I'm actually glad I caught that case, made a better me
I don't know what I'll do, I'm scared of me
Five years for a forty rock, that's unfair to me
But that came with the game I'm in
That nigga name on paperwork, I can't hang with him
Niggas talkin' 'bout I told, go read again
Switchin' up every week, you would never know what we in
Couldn't find no K9s, I took three 10s
My nigga got twelve years for three attempts
[Chorus: Glocky Cash Only]
Y3 puffer, it's cool out (Yeah)
Had my mama crib smellin' loud, I had to move out (Real shit)
Just sold ten, got twenty more I can move now (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Hit my number, I want racks (I want racks), I want racks (I want racks)
Need my plug to show me love on them packs (On them packs)
Love my bitch, but that bitch, she a brat (She a brat)
Took a trip to get that bitch off my back (Off my back)
With my other ho (Yeah), just touched down (Just touched down)
20K off them P's what we touch now (What we touch now)
Yeah, knock knock, not like a joke (Ain't nothin' funny, nigga)
Knock knock like more money at the door (Cash Only)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah, it's cut, but they love the cheap dope (Real shit, ayy)
Uh, yeah (Yeah), yeah
Gun in my hand when I peep the peephole, I don't trust shit
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I'm really havin' heavy pape', you can see the shit
Fly past in somethin' fast, you just seen a glimpse
They like, "Why you ridin' with all them damn guns?" 'Cause we legit
Nigga, stop runnin' your mouth and go eat a dick
My nigga Salem walked in with a clean pint
5K on drank every day, it been three nights
Nigga, that's fifteen racks, I could've bought some ice
I could've got you ten packs, but you ain't talkin' right
Out on bond for a dope case, got me walkin' light
Me and Mike fucked the world up from talkin' spice
Got a white bitch with blond hair, she a walkin' lice
I heard your daddy was a rat, you a walkin' mice
Last nigga we got into it with lost his life
Feds took all my rights to carry guns, so I bought a knife
Tryna stack this shit up, I sold my car, went and bought a bike
Niggas study us so much, now we talk alike
Man, y'all niggas is some— biters
Yeah, y'all niggas is some dick biters
Hit him with the K up close, start a big fire
I'm tryna bust this Wock' script, let me hit Meijers
I just drunk too much lean, I need a big water
Dropped a hundred in the crowd and hit six towers
Watched Gusto make thirty racks, he hit six targets
Got some real dog food, you hear this shit barkin'
Big camera just popped up and I'm just parkin'
Try to rob us, gettin' popped up and I ain't just talkin'
The first body that I caught was with a SIG Sauer
I'll pour a deuce of red in some Flint Water
[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Nigga
Get real dirty 'round this bitch, nigga
Y'all niggas can't fuck with us, nigga
This shit on the floor
Ghetto Boyz shit
