WE GOT GLOCKS lyrics

[Intro]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(Jondior)

[Chorus: BLOODIE & Li Rye]
Said "Ah", you cannot ride with me
Ah, I used to cry to sleep
[?], bad b*tch, Gucci on sheets (It's Kosfinger, baby)
Cool, who tryna lyin' on me?
Two Glocks and a bun on me
Got a couple new switches, a couple new Glocks
And we hid at your [?], we shakin' the block
Headtap, you dead 'fore you even heard the Drac'
f*ck a opp, from his drop, now I know where he stay
I stand over the beam, won't get a chance to pray
Hunnid shots out the chop' will leave his ass to rats
I'm tryna rehearse the cause of his death
I popped out, two TECs, give 'em lead

[Verse 1: BLOODIE & Li Rye]
Bro start trippin', tappin' them legs
Rah Rah died, we was tappin' our heads
When Babysco died I was poppin' them 10's (Why?)
'Cause his stupid ass overdosed
I just got the drop from another ho
I'ma keep spinnin' on n*ggas 'til it break out the floor
Green, I sip it raw, I'm in love with the taste
But when high, you know I shoot it straight, n*gga
Brodie had hit him in the noggin, well, he ain't die
In his head, they had to put a plate, n*gga
I'm with lil' Bloodie, gon' spray, n*gga
[Verse 2: BLOODIE]
Said "Uh, uh", don't tell me you slide, you not
[?] get put in a box
Big B's, don't talk to your block
Uh, postin' a post, I love bein' watched
Throw some and walk out the door to get shot
Miss, [?] puttin' that block
Two-two guns, three keys and, uh
We get the [?]
You get on the bus, two beams, two Glocks
Bros, there come the [?] Sha
Outside EK, smoke his pops

[Verse 3: Li Rye]
If I'm in New York then I'm pourin' up the same sh*t
Kicked the hard, she can't take di*k
I dropped a Lego on every stick
Fully automatic chopper, just love when it speak
'Fore you put in your mouth, better spit on my di*k
Hope a hunnid figures, still be tryna get lit
[?] he playin', I'm sendin' a blitz
Throw up the four, make me mad and I fly out your b*tch, n*gga
You ain't never stood over a n*gga, kept pullin' the trigger and the gun jammed, ayy
Sneak dissin', n*gga, put a name on it
Middle of the street, I'll leave his brains on it
f*cked the b*tch [?]
In Mobile, you know I be ridin' with choppers on me
Keep f*ckin', [?]
And they know ARP, you know chopper's on that
[Chorus: BLOODIE & Li Rye]
Said "Ah", you cannot ride with me
Ah, I used to cry to sleep
[?], bad b*tch, Gucci on sheets
Cool, who tryna lyin' on me?
Two Glocks and a bun on me
Got a couple new switches, a couple new Glocks
And we hid at your [?], we shakin' the block
Headtap, you dead 'fore you even heard the Drac'
f*ck a opp, from his drop, now I know where he stay
I stand over the beam, won't get a chance to pray
Hunnid shots out the chop' will leave his ass to rats
I'm tryna rehearse the cause of his death
I popped out, two TECs, give 'em lead