Pure Columbia Lyrics

Got a motherfucking glock with a green tag and yo shawty tryna fuck, did you see that

I been countin' all the bucks on my bean bag Nigga weighing out the green where the weed

At I been sippin' on the wok where the lean at

And that bitch she give me top with a mean ass I'ma pull up on your block with a beam and

Fuckin' on your hoe for the team and I just been sippin' on Wocky

I been lookin' like a bad friend, bad man when that bit getta talkin

That bitch wanna be in my pants, oh We get to fuckin

And shawty just give me them hands, oh Just like it's nothin

Yeah, yeah, yeah I might go pour the Tris

Fuck on your bitch I finna go and then and mix it up

Cause you know I got a Glock and it came with a switch

Feel like Handy Manny when I'm pullin' out the hammer

Know that we gon' get that shit fixed Pull up on a nigga block and

and if he getta talkin' We gon' really run out the bands

Know a nigga, yeah, he trappin', nigga Get to rapping nigga, finna run up the trends

Know a nigga, yeah, I pull up in that SRT You niggas be flexin' a Benz

Shawty really talkin' down, think she buggin' me Nah, bitch, you buggin' him

She call me hot, so I give that bitch a reaper Ain't talkin' bout Grimm

Got a mother fuckin' Glock with a green tag

And yo shawty tryna fuck, did you see that

I been countin' all the bucks on my bean bag

Nigga weighing out the green where the weed at I been sippin' on the wok where the lean at

And that bitch she give me top with a mean ass I'ma pull up on your block with a beam and

Fuckin' on your hoe with a team and

I just been sippin' on Wocky

I been lookin' like a bad friend

Bad man, when that bit getta talkin

That bitch wanna be in my pants, oh

We get to fuckin

And Shawty just give me them hands, oh

Just like it's nothin