Politics and Promo
[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh)
Hangin' in them trenches
Hangin' with them trenches
You'd probably catch me with one of your bitches (Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & Baby Grizzley]
We still posted in the trenches, probably catch me chillin', ridin' with one of your bitches (Boy)
We like Snoop when he was ridin' 'round with hydraulics, we got switches (We got switches)
We don't wear no fuckin' suits, we grab our guns, handle that business (Boy)
I just fucked her once and then I went back home, she say she miss me, yеah (She say she miss me)
Somеtimes I wear my feelings on my sleeve
I hate rat n***as the most, the shit ironic, I get cheese
I walked in full of them drugs, you might just die before I leave
I'm out of town tryna sell drugs like do some scams before I leave
Brand-new Glock, and you know me, threw some attachments on that bitch
I got a 30 and the beam, then a switchy for my shit
I fucked her one time from the back and had her runnin' from the dick
He asked me how much for a track? I told his ass thirty-six seven, boy
Behind tint, we cliqued up, that's why we drivin' slowly
We jump off them n***as like they Pokémon, Geronimo (You know that, though)
Ask my mama, ask my pops, I sold a lot of dope (Ask my mama)
Ask my mama, ask my pops, we had a lot of [?] (Hey)
[Verse 2: Baby Grizzley]
What they talkin' 'bout, Blood? Who they talkin' 'bout? (Who they talkin' 'bout?)
GPS, hit him with them beams, yeah, walk him out
You knew your time was up when out here day let doggy out
Upload seven hundred K, they know what doggy 'bout
They say they my day one n***as, who is them?
Bitch, I'm eighty-two and them, and I fuck with Roy and them
Louis V shirt, but it say free Troy and them
Chain cost three hundred thousand, I got on two of them (Let's get it)
Can't pronounce my shoes, but it's five on a pair (Okay)
Told me I broke her whole heart like I care
Red when I stare, white and gold Cartiers
Heavyweight, you ain't never seen the ribs on a bear, ayy
Who that n***a trippin' in that tega? Uh
Who that n***a bustin' on your bae, uh? Ayy
Who that n***a throwin' all that paper? Ayy
Who that n***a makin' shit shake, blood? That's Brizzley (Woo)
Bitch, add me up like a steak at the Ruth
I can't fit all you n***as hoes in this two seat
Say that Grizz gang Gucci, yeah, that's two G's
Send my n***a to that touchdown, bitch, I'm Drew Brees
Forty boy, I'm still 'bout it (Ayy)
Baby say she still love me, I still doubt it (Ayy)
That bag a thousand miles away and I can still route it
That twelve-thirty, [?]
Yeah, I'm still countin'
(Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh)
Hangin' in them trenches
Hangin' with them trenches
You'd probably catch me with one of your bitches (Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & Baby Grizzley]
We still posted in the trenches, probably catch me chillin', ridin' with one of your bitches (Boy)
We like Snoop when he was ridin' 'round with hydraulics, we got switches (We got switches)
We don't wear no fuckin' suits, we grab our guns, handle that business (Boy)
I just fucked her once and then I went back home, she say she miss me, yеah (She say she miss me)
Somеtimes I wear my feelings on my sleeve
I hate rat n***as the most, the shit ironic, I get cheese
I walked in full of them drugs, you might just die before I leave
I'm out of town tryna sell drugs like do some scams before I leave
Brand-new Glock, and you know me, threw some attachments on that bitch
I got a 30 and the beam, then a switchy for my shit
I fucked her one time from the back and had her runnin' from the dick
He asked me how much for a track? I told his ass thirty-six seven, boy
Behind tint, we cliqued up, that's why we drivin' slowly
We jump off them n***as like they Pokémon, Geronimo (You know that, though)
Ask my mama, ask my pops, I sold a lot of dope (Ask my mama)
Ask my mama, ask my pops, we had a lot of [?] (Hey)
[Verse 2: Baby Grizzley]
What they talkin' 'bout, Blood? Who they talkin' 'bout? (Who they talkin' 'bout?)
GPS, hit him with them beams, yeah, walk him out
You knew your time was up when out here day let doggy out
Upload seven hundred K, they know what doggy 'bout
They say they my day one n***as, who is them?
Bitch, I'm eighty-two and them, and I fuck with Roy and them
Louis V shirt, but it say free Troy and them
Chain cost three hundred thousand, I got on two of them (Let's get it)
Can't pronounce my shoes, but it's five on a pair (Okay)
Told me I broke her whole heart like I care
Red when I stare, white and gold Cartiers
Heavyweight, you ain't never seen the ribs on a bear, ayy
Who that n***a trippin' in that tega? Uh
Who that n***a bustin' on your bae, uh? Ayy
Who that n***a throwin' all that paper? Ayy
Who that n***a makin' shit shake, blood? That's Brizzley (Woo)
Bitch, add me up like a steak at the Ruth
I can't fit all you n***as hoes in this two seat
Say that Grizz gang Gucci, yeah, that's two G's
Send my n***a to that touchdown, bitch, I'm Drew Brees
Forty boy, I'm still 'bout it (Ayy)
Baby say she still love me, I still doubt it (Ayy)
That bag a thousand miles away and I can still route it
That twelve-thirty, [?]
Yeah, I'm still countin'