Glock & Grace Lyrics

Mmm, hit that shit, go retard

Yeah, yeah

It’s back on fasho, GodBoy

The top one, ya know?

Y’all got none for me so please stop acting like we owe niggas

My lil homie ho niggas and he don’t even know niggas

She think she hard to get, it wasn’t hard for me to go get her

A 20 ball, 4 nickels

Could spend like it’s no issue

Fallin’ out the Benz, weak as hell at the bank

She can smell what I drank

I can tell that she stank, yeah

Just me and my friend but at my crib, she really ain’t

I’m off 20s like I’m Saint

Think she can but she can’t, yeah

In it for the speed, it was a accidental flex

I just crept down his block

And I still made a mess

I was broker than my mom but got richer than my pops

I don’t know any opps

They just fans on my cock, yeah

I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout Lenox all day

My shawties dem don’t like the A but that’s my favorite place

I was down in Florida, big ‘Burban, MIA

My lil homies major, Thank God Billi paved a way

Worried ‘bout sum pussy, you ain’t gotta place to stay

Deep down with my demons but they hide behind my face

Praise be to Allah and it’s a glock beside his grace

She see my cup so much, I know she gonna want a taste

I don’t sip, I pace

I don’t drive, I race

I know a shooter wicked only ‘cause he lost his faith

“Billi, you so mean to me”, but I’ve been in these ways

Niggas can’t catch a break but a case real quick

Solid as my momma when them fuckin’ bills hit

Nessa all in drama and I’m on some chill shit

I evaded taxes with my large meal tic

“Billi how you did that?” Man, y’all school ain’t teach shit

Get on Annie nerves but know she love me, real shit

Big F&N like I’m tryna steal shit

Bruh said watch yo’ friends and who you pop a pill with

Niggas think they Herb and Bib but ain’t gon kill shit

So y’all got none for me so take so please stop acting like we owe niggas

My lil homie ho niggas and he don’t even know niggas

She think she hard to get, it wasn’t hard for me to go get her

A 20 ball, 4 nickels

Spend like it’s no issue

Fallin’ out the Benz, weak as hell at the bank

She can smell what I drank

I can tell that she stank

Just me and my friend but at my crib, she really ain’t

I’m off 20s like I’m Saint

Think she can but she, yeah

In it for the speed, it was a accidental flex

I just crept down his block

And I still made a mess

I was broker than my mom but I got richer than my dad

I don’t know any opps

They just fans on my dick, yeah

Lord, forgive me

They just fans of me baby

They just fans of me baby, for real