Ayy, Glock, run your ass down with that chop Ayy, yeah, f*ck nigga, look
I Can't be doin' all this f*ckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin', bitch, do it right. Man who doin' all that f*ckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night
A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack
You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp
Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars
You know I be silly with my dick, I be f*ckin' bops
She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock
You can send me anything, but it's not a white ho
I like a red bone slim petite wit' white toes
I don't want no good girl, bitch, I want a ratchet ho
And if the head good f*ck, nigga, you know I got a pass too, bro
F*ck my ex, bitch, she look like Geico
Oh, what the f*ck, nigga, you should've stayed right, ho
F*ck that dyke, ho, both of y'all can catch that light, ho
You ain't got no pole, if you mad, then jit, you know my lo
Well bitch, I wanna f*ck, let me know when you ready
Let me f*ck up them guts, let me nut in that belly
Nigga thought we weren't for real, nah, this is what happened
He need to kill that boy, and it's a different type of clappin
We never gave a f*ck, come on
Go represent your block, come on
You should've never talked, yeah come on
Cause now we in your bop, take this dick, ho
We don't give a f*ck about no rich ho
F*ck, nigga, you know we gon' f*ck her in her limo
F*ck, nigga, don't even pass me no big ho, I don't even like those
Every single day, we outside with them big poles
We outside with Big drums, f*ck, nigga, you better get low
We f*ckin' on your thot, huh, she give a good throat
I wanna go flip that Glock, huh, okay, 10-4
Choppa gon' make him dance, huh, make him tango
He told me throw that shit back, I told him, show me 10 racks
Mr. always stayin' on business, he gon' always come right back
All that flaggin' on the net, that's gon' get your ass clapped
Knowin' when he really see me, he don't even act like that
All you bitches screamin', my man, my man, my man , let's just cap
He don't even claim yall hoes, he don't even text y'all back
Y'all be worried about the next nigga, but can't even get a stack
Y'all be drenched up in some Gucci, knowin' it's fake, that's hella wack
Postin' pictures on the gram, I'ma really smoke your pack
I only smoke exotic weed, I don't even wanna tap
Bitch it's big JoeJoe it's this shit, I don't even got a cap
Y'all be takin' one for the team, knowin' that that shit be bap
I said lets do it, let's get into it
Yeah, I said let's do it,
I Can't be doin' all this f*ckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin'
Bitchdo it right. Man who doin' all that f*ckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night
A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack
You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp
Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars
You know I be silly with my dick, I be f*ckin' bops
She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock
k3gottapole - Throw It Back! (feat. Joejoe2fyee) Lyrics
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Ayy, Glock, run your ass down with that chop Ayy, yeah, f*ck nigga, look
I Can't be doin' all this f*ckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin', bitch, do it right. Man who doin' all that f*ckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night
A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack
You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp
Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars
You know I be silly with my dick, I be f*ckin' bops
She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock
You can send me anything, but it's not a white ho
I like a red bone slim petite wit' white toes
I don't want no good girl, bitch, I want a ratchet ho
And if the head good f*ck, nigga, you know I got a pass too, bro
F*ck my ex, bitch, she look like Geico
Oh, what the f*ck, nigga, you should've stayed right, ho
F*ck that dyke, ho, both of y'all can catch that light, ho
You ain't got no pole, if you mad, then jit, you know my lo
Well bitch, I wanna f*ck, let me know when you ready
Let me f*ck up them guts, let me nut in that belly
Nigga thought we weren't for real, nah, this is what happened
He need to kill that boy, and it's a different type of clappin
We never gave a f*ck, come on
Go represent your block, come on
You should've never talked, yeah come on
Cause now we in your bop, take this dick, ho
We don't give a f*ck about no rich ho
F*ck, nigga, you know we gon' f*ck her in her limo
F*ck, nigga, don't even pass me no big ho, I don't even like those
Every single day, we outside with them big poles
We outside with Big drums, f*ck, nigga, you better get low
We f*ckin' on your thot, huh, she give a good throat
I wanna go flip that Glock, huh, okay, 10-4
Choppa gon' make him dance, huh, make him tango
He told me throw that shit back, I told him, show me 10 racks
Mr. always stayin' on business, he gon' always come right back
All that flaggin' on the net, that's gon' get your ass clapped
Knowin' when he really see me, he don't even act like that
All you bitches screamin', my man, my man, my man , let's just cap
He don't even claim yall hoes, he don't even text y'all back
Y'all be worried about the next nigga, but can't even get a stack
Y'all be drenched up in some Gucci, knowin' it's fake, that's hella wack
Postin' pictures on the gram, I'ma really smoke your pack
I only smoke exotic weed, I don't even wanna tap
Bitch it's big JoeJoe it's this shit, I don't even got a cap
Y'all be takin' one for the team, knowin' that that shit be bap
I said lets do it, let's get into it
Yeah, I said let's do it,
I Can't be doin' all this f*ckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin'
Bitchdo it right. Man who doin' all that f*ckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night
A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack
You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp
Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars
You know I be silly with my dick, I be f*ckin' bops
She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock
I Can't be doin' all this f*ckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin', bitch, do it right. Man who doin' all that f*ckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night
A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack
You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp
Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars
You know I be silly with my dick, I be f*ckin' bops
She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock
You can send me anything, but it's not a white ho
I like a red bone slim petite wit' white toes
I don't want no good girl, bitch, I want a ratchet ho
And if the head good f*ck, nigga, you know I got a pass too, bro
F*ck my ex, bitch, she look like Geico
Oh, what the f*ck, nigga, you should've stayed right, ho
F*ck that dyke, ho, both of y'all can catch that light, ho
You ain't got no pole, if you mad, then jit, you know my lo
Well bitch, I wanna f*ck, let me know when you ready
Let me f*ck up them guts, let me nut in that belly
Nigga thought we weren't for real, nah, this is what happened
He need to kill that boy, and it's a different type of clappin
We never gave a f*ck, come on
Go represent your block, come on
You should've never talked, yeah come on
Cause now we in your bop, take this dick, ho
We don't give a f*ck about no rich ho
F*ck, nigga, you know we gon' f*ck her in her limo
F*ck, nigga, don't even pass me no big ho, I don't even like those
Every single day, we outside with them big poles
We outside with Big drums, f*ck, nigga, you better get low
We f*ckin' on your thot, huh, she give a good throat
I wanna go flip that Glock, huh, okay, 10-4
Choppa gon' make him dance, huh, make him tango
He told me throw that shit back, I told him, show me 10 racks
Mr. always stayin' on business, he gon' always come right back
All that flaggin' on the net, that's gon' get your ass clapped
Knowin' when he really see me, he don't even act like that
All you bitches screamin', my man, my man, my man , let's just cap
He don't even claim yall hoes, he don't even text y'all back
Y'all be worried about the next nigga, but can't even get a stack
Y'all be drenched up in some Gucci, knowin' it's fake, that's hella wack
Postin' pictures on the gram, I'ma really smoke your pack
I only smoke exotic weed, I don't even wanna tap
Bitch it's big JoeJoe it's this shit, I don't even got a cap
Y'all be takin' one for the team, knowin' that that shit be bap
I said lets do it, let's get into it
Yeah, I said let's do it,
I Can't be doin' all this f*ckin', ho, throw it back If you gon' be doin' all that suckin'
Bitchdo it right. Man who doin' all that f*ckin' cuffin' that shit, is for the night
A nigga ain't goin' for no discussion, finna go serve a pack
You can catch me swervin' through the bricks, tryna catch a opp
Two times silly with that stick, jit be flippin' cars
You know I be silly with my dick, I be f*ckin' bops
She be gettin' silly with that blick, her Glock got a cock
Writer: Klyven Guichette, Joemeica Wilson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: k3gottapole
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Klyven Guichette, Joemeica Wilson