GLE 63 Lyrics

Sauce boy shit what you want me to play?

Huncho

Wood on the end of my chopper

Hop out helicopter Stay discreet we ducking coppers

In court I'm talking proper

I see why I'm not making it that quick

I held on to my soul, I held my own

I stood on all ten toes

You ain't making no way, you worried about love and having hoes

For that money, whatever goes

For my friends, and family whatever goes

When I get half a ticket, we ain't never going broke

He keep on speaking on me, but he ain't doing nothing so ain't no smoke

GLE sixty-three, coupe it's still a four door

Mugging like he trying to do something what you on folk?

They at the door I'm looking through the peephole

Come asking me questions, sorry I don't speak no Espanol

I'm counting racks, my bands blue, my money counter-breaking

When I pop out, they gon' hate me, I got six in this Three-eighty

I'm doing sixty in a thirty-five, police wanna take me

Already know these niggas hate me, feel like shorty trying to snake me

Mmm, mmm, since I'm youngin' and I've been paper chasing

I knew I would make it, some of them niggas betrayed me

I knew it was coming, I just sat and waited patiently

All hundred's in paper please, I don't know why they playing with me

"I hit they phone, what they wanna do?"

"I heard they drive AMG coupes and I see they money blue"

"They talk about how they made it and every song on Alright coo"

"I'm getting jealous cause I'm trying to make some money too"

Wood on the end of my chopper

Hop out helicopter Stay discreet we ducking coppers

In court I'm talking proper

I see why I'm not making it that quick

I held on to my soul, I held my own

I stood on all ten toes

You ain't making no way, you worried about love and having hoes

For that money, whatever goes

For my friends, and family whatever goes

When I get half a ticket, we ain't never going broke

He keep on speaking on me, but he ain't doing nothing so ain't no smoke

GLE sixty-three, coupe it's still a four door

Muggin' like he trying to do something what you on folk?

They at the door i'm looking through the peephole

Come asking me questions, sorry I don't speak no Espanol

"I hit they phone, what they wanna do?"

"I heard they drive AMG coupes and I see they money blue"

They talk about how they made it and every song on Alright coo"

"I'm getting jealous cause I'm trying to make some money too"

Oh they jealous of YRK, pull up we gon' spray, 'em

Watch 'bout what you say to them, the reaper gon' take ya

He signed that deal in blood, he don't wanna do it, they gon' make ya

Blindly signing contracts, money shine, his eyes from the paper

Wood on the end of my chopper

Hop out helicopter Stay discreet we ducking coppers

In court I'm talking proper

I see why I'm not making it that quick

I held on to my soul, I held my own

I stood on all ten toes

You ain't making no way, you worried about love and having hoes

For that money, whatever goes

For my friends, and family whatever goes

When I get half a ticket, we ain't never going broke

He keep on speaking on me, but he ain't doing nothing so ain't no smoke