Baby Nine - Glocc Lyrics

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BABY NINE
Niggas be capping they bang on the net
I gotta glocc and it bang at your necc
I mix the wocc and the sprite w the tech
Pussy you broke go and get you a checc
Bitch im the man in my hood cause i flex
I get the bands and i split with the cet
I gotta cannon it put you to rest
Im in the field bitch i trap w a vest
Niggas be capping they bang on the net
I gotta glocc and it bang at your necc
I mix the wocc and the sprite w the tech
Pussy you broke go and get you a checc
Bitch im the man in my hood cause i flex
I get the bands and i split with the cet
I gotta cannon it put you to rest
Im in the field bitch i trap w a vest
Bitch its no laccin i stay with it on me
If he run up then im catching a homie
Talk tuff on the net we gone kidnap yah mommy
Extendos on drums like we fucc w the army
All of these drugs like we fucc w the pharmacy
I pop a perk and i turn info hercules
I fucc his bitch and i get her to work for me
She in the trap she gone picc up the chirp for me
Try something you a fool ugh
Im going crazy w the tool ugh
Trap jugg making moves ugh
Fucc the opps, Fucc 12 ugh
Free my niggas out the jail ugh
Get snap don't tell ugh
We got money for the bail ugh
We get the work thru the mail ugh
Niggas be capping they bang on the net
I gotta glocc and it bang at your necc
I mix the wocc and the sprite w the tech
Pussy you broke go and get you a checc
Bitch im the man in my hood cause i flex
I get the bands and i split with the cet
I gotta cannon it put you to rest
Im in the field bitch i trap w a vest
Niggas be capping they bang on the net
I gotta glocc and it bang at your necc
I mix the wocc and the sprite w the tech
Pussy you broke go and get you a checc
Bitch im the man in my hood cause i flex
I get the bands and i split with the cet
I gotta cannon it put you to rest
Im in the field bitch i trap w a vest
I mix the wocc and the tech to the face
Im in the kitchen im cheffing today
Bitch im the plug i been moving that weight
His diamonds ain't busting his water is fake
I catch a body crip walk at yah wake
I roll a gotti shit busting my head
I got a nine shit knocc off his dreads
I do the crime im duccing the feds
I got the keys to the city ugh
Money bop like diddy ugh
I got the bobby the whitney ugh
Bitch im the plug get w me ugh
I just been running up bands ugh
Trap jugg in my vans ugh
Young nigga flex cause i can ugh
Young nigga flex im the man ugh
Ha ha ha
We doneeeee