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YTN (REMIX)

by Gloccboytj

(INTRO)

Nigga playin' with the Glocc like we ain't gone pop on they ass
Hometeam business only
Nigga know what's goin' on
We run the whole damn city

(Verse 1) Glocc
Boy Tj

Nigga I pull to your house, stretch everybody in it
The guns, the money, bubble gum and a penny
Everybody Home team been winning
Everybody know Glocc Gang been winning
We catchin' no cases
We leaving no faces
Don't ever slow down, we on high speed chases
These niggas make stories, so Ima erase em'
These Bitches complaing, so Ima replace em'
We got blunts we face, and some in rotation
We deep in the car, nun' but killers, They hatians
No time on the clock, when i say they gone waste ya'
Fuck on yo bitch, cause' you know that i'm Playa
That nigga got by, he thought he got off
When I see em', I see em' , Ima smack him in the jaw
Take all his money
Shoot him his face
Go to his momma, and Smack her in the face
So everybody claim they got gas
Boy yo weed to plain
Smokin' on that shit and you know that it's lame
I'm smokin' on that shit, can't remember my name
Got a new bitch with a brand new name
I'm the same pimp, so I run the same game
2 Bitches
2 Cars
2 Guns
2 Rangs
God Damn nigga , think my name two chains
The city of Memphis, The South, Walker Homes
I jumped off the porch and I learned on my own
12 want me, gotta' play hide and seek
Leave the damn city, so they can't find me
Got a new chop, and a brand new whip
I don't pay dues, like I'm tax exempt
These niggas pay they way, but nah not me
I'm an outlaw nigga, Fo' I get on my knees

(BRIDGE)

Aye that young trap nigga got all the dope
Aye that young trap nigga fuck all the hoes
These niggas is bitches I gotta expose
And these young niggas is the new hoes
Let up to a nigga I just can't do it
Let up to a bitch I just can't do it
So called the realest, be the realest snitch
You claim the king, but really a bitch


(Verse 2)

Why flougin' like you rich
Boy yo' dollars don't make sense
Yo' watch, Yo' Chain
Allat broke
Yo' pockets ain't heavy
Youn' smoke no dope
Black n' mild is all you puff
Silver spoon, yeen been through nun
Don't be flougin' like you street
Momma raised me right, but the streets changed my life

*Glocc*


Glocc, don't get popped, but ain't nothing poppin
Everything just cookin'
I'm coolin' in the Kitchen with a whole bunch of Crips
Yea they bang left, They Grape and Kitchen
And They Glocc
Ain't no switchin'
Girl shut yo' mouth with allat' bitchin'
We don't hang with snitches
Snitches get stitches

(Bridge)


Aye that young trap nigga got all the dope
Aye that young trap nigga fuck all the hoes
These niggas is bitches I gotta expose
And these young niggas is the new hoes
Let up to a nigga I just can't do it
Let up to a bitch I just can't do it
So called the realest, be the realest snitch
You claim the king, but really a bitch