PG Wassup
Big kill in my blunt
I'm filling my cup
I'm trill as f*ck
You niggas you get it from us
Stop stealing our stuff
Niggas be blowing me mo
So u wanna be real like me
Weak niggas ain't built like me
Foundation all f*cked up
I was blowing strong on the come up
I wasn't making songs for a long ass time
Nigga grind
Homie I don't know no tricks
Shortie I don't owe no bitch
I don't need no hoe to roll my shit
I was on my own dick
These suckas tried to clone my clique
Oh no
What do you know?
Now these niggas try run with the flow
Tell Geezy to run get the pole
Hit him before he can run to the door
Yo
Tell your Bitch run to the store
Get some blunts and some magnums to go
We beat and ran a train call it metro
Hoe
I ain't got no snaps on the Petro
Better hop your ass on the red line
I ain't doing no shows less I headline
This the year of the Gliderz motherf*cka beat the deadline
I done went way past the red line
Out here everyday ducking fed time
Grinding real late f*ck a bedtime
And a nigga stay with them redeyes
Stoned
Gliderz
Rolling
We roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get
Stoned
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
Bad to the bone
Mike Jack
I was gliding hard like that
Feet never touch the ground
F*ck the ups and the downs I was stuck on a cloud off the loud
Go too hard like Tyson
My dog in the car we ain't fighting
If I yell G Mob whole team turn Zach Levine get to gliding from the free throw line
Who got the steez in the PG hol time?
They say we show up too f*ckin deep oh my
It's something bout the drugs and the name
All my niggas rep the same thing
Gliderz
Death to a f*cking outsider
Said it was a inside job you a liar
My circle can't get no tighter
You rep this shit then u a lifer
Selling bullshit we don't buy that
Get you pulled up on by a Glidette
Run a lil game wouldn't try that
My niggas come and bang like a hi-hat
Said It's a no fly zone wherever I'm at
You niggas too broke I don't need to be around that
16 zips nigga pound that we ready for more
I boot up like I'm ready for war
Rolling
Gliderz
Stoned
We roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get
Stoned
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
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PG Wassup
Big kill in my blunt
I'm filling my cup
I'm trill as f*ck
You niggas you get it from us
Stop stealing our stuff
Niggas be blowing me mo
So u wanna be real like me
Weak niggas ain't built like me
Foundation all f*cked up
I was blowing strong on the come up
I wasn't making songs for a long ass time
Nigga grind
Homie I don't know no tricks
Shortie I don't owe no bitch
I don't need no hoe to roll my shit
I was on my own dick
These suckas tried to clone my clique
Oh no
What do you know?
Now these niggas try run with the flow
Tell Geezy to run get the pole
Hit him before he can run to the door
Yo
Tell your Bitch run to the store
Get some blunts and some magnums to go
We beat and ran a train call it metro
Hoe
I ain't got no snaps on the Petro
Better hop your ass on the red line
I ain't doing no shows less I headline
This the year of the Gliderz motherf*cka beat the deadline
I done went way past the red line
Out here everyday ducking fed time
Grinding real late f*ck a bedtime
And a nigga stay with them redeyes
Stoned
Gliderz
Rolling
We roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get
Stoned
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
Bad to the bone
Mike Jack
I was gliding hard like that
Feet never touch the ground
F*ck the ups and the downs I was stuck on a cloud off the loud
Go too hard like Tyson
My dog in the car we ain't fighting
If I yell G Mob whole team turn Zach Levine get to gliding from the free throw line
Who got the steez in the PG hol time?
They say we show up too f*ckin deep oh my
It's something bout the drugs and the name
All my niggas rep the same thing
Gliderz
Death to a f*cking outsider
Said it was a inside job you a liar
My circle can't get no tighter
You rep this shit then u a lifer
Selling bullshit we don't buy that
Get you pulled up on by a Glidette
Run a lil game wouldn't try that
My niggas come and bang like a hi-hat
Said It's a no fly zone wherever I'm at
You niggas too broke I don't need to be around that
16 zips nigga pound that we ready for more
I boot up like I'm ready for war
Rolling
Gliderz
Stoned
We roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get
Stoned
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
Big kill in my blunt
I'm filling my cup
I'm trill as f*ck
You niggas you get it from us
Stop stealing our stuff
Niggas be blowing me mo
So u wanna be real like me
Weak niggas ain't built like me
Foundation all f*cked up
I was blowing strong on the come up
I wasn't making songs for a long ass time
Nigga grind
Homie I don't know no tricks
Shortie I don't owe no bitch
I don't need no hoe to roll my shit
I was on my own dick
These suckas tried to clone my clique
Oh no
What do you know?
Now these niggas try run with the flow
Tell Geezy to run get the pole
Hit him before he can run to the door
Yo
Tell your Bitch run to the store
Get some blunts and some magnums to go
We beat and ran a train call it metro
Hoe
I ain't got no snaps on the Petro
Better hop your ass on the red line
I ain't doing no shows less I headline
This the year of the Gliderz motherf*cka beat the deadline
I done went way past the red line
Out here everyday ducking fed time
Grinding real late f*ck a bedtime
And a nigga stay with them redeyes
Stoned
Gliderz
Rolling
We roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get
Stoned
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
Bad to the bone
Mike Jack
I was gliding hard like that
Feet never touch the ground
F*ck the ups and the downs I was stuck on a cloud off the loud
Go too hard like Tyson
My dog in the car we ain't fighting
If I yell G Mob whole team turn Zach Levine get to gliding from the free throw line
Who got the steez in the PG hol time?
They say we show up too f*ckin deep oh my
It's something bout the drugs and the name
All my niggas rep the same thing
Gliderz
Death to a f*cking outsider
Said it was a inside job you a liar
My circle can't get no tighter
You rep this shit then u a lifer
Selling bullshit we don't buy that
Get you pulled up on by a Glidette
Run a lil game wouldn't try that
My niggas come and bang like a hi-hat
Said It's a no fly zone wherever I'm at
You niggas too broke I don't need to be around that
16 zips nigga pound that we ready for more
I boot up like I'm ready for war
Rolling
Gliderz
Stoned
We roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get stoned
Roll and get
Stoned
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Stoned
Writer: Timothy Mason
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