Churches lyrics

[Intro: Boss Top]
Fredo waddup?
Squad
That trap sh*t (haaah!)
Squad, squad, squad

[Chorus: Boss Top]
Flexin' like the Glock boyz don't turn up (Turn up)
All of us got a shot, we got burners (Grraah)
Boss Tee, I'm professor y'all are leaners (They learnin')
Bought that Smith & Wesson, now it's murders (Grraah, bop)
Keep my bando bars 'cause the burglars ('Cause the burglars)
If I'on know the n*gga, I'on serve him (He might be 12)
Drink got me slow, he might be workin' (He might be workin')
My brother got them chickens in like Church's (We got them bricks)

[Verse 1: Boss Top]
Smokin' out the pound, countin' hunnids (Dough)
All I tote is glizzies, don't do llamas (Tote them glizzies)
I'm still gon' cop a humma for J Munna (For my brother)
I'm still gon' get that big house for my mama (What it look like?)
And when I cop that Hummer for J Munna (What you gon' do?)
My youngins out the window, they just bussin' (Like to flex)
That 50 and that glizzy, that b*tch drummin' (Grraah)
Hit the b*tch from the back, left her c*mmin' (Left her c*mmin')
And I'on f*ck for free, you gon' up somethin' (You gon' up somethin')
Put that on my mama, b*tch, I got three youngins (On mama)
And they ain't gon' starve, they gon' eat somethin' (They gon' eat somethin')
If you ain't O'Block, you ain't on nothin'
[Chorus: Boss Top]
Flexin' like the Glock boyz don't turn up (Turn up)
All of us got a shot, we got burners (Grraah)
Boss Tee, I'm professor y'all are leaners (They learnin')
Bought that Smith & Wesson, now it's murders (Grraah, bop)
Keep my bando bars 'cause the burglars ('Cause the burglars)
If I'on know the n*gga, I'on serve him (He might be 12)
Drink got me slow, he might be workin' (He might be workin')
My brother got them chickens in like Church's (We got them bricks)

[Verse 2: Boosa Da Shoota]
You tote revolvers, b*tch, we tote them glizzies
sl*tty Boyz and Glock Boyz give you the business
I got them savages in my kitchen cookin' chickens
I got your b*tch up on my line hoping and wishing
My pockets full, you try to take it, come up missing
No drive-bys, I'm hopping out with all the stiches
I do my dirt all on my own, can't f*ck with snitches
Put them poles to his face, we catch him slipping
Trapping out the penthouse when they in the building
All my n*ggas certified and all my n*ggas killers
Trapping out the penthouse when they in the building
All my n*ggas certified and all my n*ggas killers

[Chorus: Boss Top]
Flexin' like the Glock boyz don't turn up (Turn up)
All of us got a shot, we got burners (Grraah)
Boss Tee, I'm professor y'all are leaners (They learnin')
Bought that Smith & Wesson, now it's murders (Grraah, bop)
Keep my bando bars 'cause the burglars ('Cause the burglars)
If I'on know the n*gga, I'on serve him (He might be 12)
Drink got me slow, he might be workin' (He might be workin')
My brother got them chickens in like Church's (We got them bricks)