Melt my muzzle Glock be laggin
In my dream, my gun be jammin
Switch on a .45, make it glitch
Up that 30 and get to spammin
Ain't used to have it drip down in Fashion
I'm on point when I'm rockin' these Shows
Baby Glock, compact in my jacket
She done smelt this baccarat
Now his ho went missing
I wasn't heard a year ago
Now I make everybody ass listen
Better get down when I up that
Better move around when I come through hitting
Got a shooter number one pick
He play he roll like Andrew Wiggings
Courtside, Gentry High, Hot Cheetos and cheese
I just wanna put them golds up in my mouth long live Weezy, yeah
Gallery Department, Flare Pants, Lavin match my tee
Member plugs used to front the bows
And take zips out my weed
Had the gym, stanky trappin out the
Zip right before practice
V-Lone shirt, Valentino's
Stack Jean Valabasas , yeah
I be with the GDs
Blue and black team like the Magic
Gallery Department bell bottoms on
It ain't the 70s
What you know about trappin hard as f*ck custos
Outside my granny crib
What you know about sippin wock
I'm dosing off but standin' still
What you know about sellin grams of za smell like a skunk dead
I been hangin' around the dope head
Knockin' hoes on some bunk beds
My amigo on the way
Pray he make it cross the border
Old head with hating
I dropped the bag
Went and f*cked his daughter
I was livin' like Azie
Before I felt like Rich Porter
I was trappin' out the half
I was trappin' out the quarter
Steve Nash, I'm in my prime
I got rich, off passing dimes
Why the f*ck would I sit around some guys
And get some petty time
When I could be in the trap
Sellin' dope studio line for line
Niggas hollin' free they dog
He out here pullin' petty crimes
Twenty-five, for a three five
But I'm pushin' runtz for a dub
Remember June, me and my niggas
Was throwin' ones
To back the blood up in the club
I ain't never smoke no weed
It's a Qp up in my cup
Baby, this mud
Mixing akorn wit the wock
It got me Stuck
Porter drive
Where it started
We was postin' up at Pam
That whole gang
Soft as jelly
Paperwork when they got jammed
Just blew a 12 on clothes
And I ain't never did a scam
Chess Runtz 448
Twenty-five hundred a gram for gram
Say a prayer when I wake
And grab my scrap can't leave without
Niggas wishin' I was dead
They tryin' to blow my candle out
Im who put tax on the turkey
When the Za gone in the drought
Im who show love to the fiends
He hit that rock, get loud and shout
Yeah, yeah yeah
Kelo Gee - Intro Lyrics
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Melt my muzzle Glock be laggin
In my dream, my gun be jammin
Switch on a .45, make it glitch
Up that 30 and get to spammin
Ain't used to have it drip down in Fashion
I'm on point when I'm rockin' these Shows
Baby Glock, compact in my jacket
She done smelt this baccarat
Now his ho went missing
I wasn't heard a year ago
Now I make everybody ass listen
Better get down when I up that
Better move around when I come through hitting
Got a shooter number one pick
He play he roll like Andrew Wiggings
Courtside, Gentry High, Hot Cheetos and cheese
I just wanna put them golds up in my mouth long live Weezy, yeah
Gallery Department, Flare Pants, Lavin match my tee
Member plugs used to front the bows
And take zips out my weed
Had the gym, stanky trappin out the
Zip right before practice
V-Lone shirt, Valentino's
Stack Jean Valabasas , yeah
I be with the GDs
Blue and black team like the Magic
Gallery Department bell bottoms on
It ain't the 70s
What you know about trappin hard as f*ck custos
Outside my granny crib
What you know about sippin wock
I'm dosing off but standin' still
What you know about sellin grams of za smell like a skunk dead
I been hangin' around the dope head
Knockin' hoes on some bunk beds
My amigo on the way
Pray he make it cross the border
Old head with hating
I dropped the bag
Went and f*cked his daughter
I was livin' like Azie
Before I felt like Rich Porter
I was trappin' out the half
I was trappin' out the quarter
Steve Nash, I'm in my prime
I got rich, off passing dimes
Why the f*ck would I sit around some guys
And get some petty time
When I could be in the trap
Sellin' dope studio line for line
Niggas hollin' free they dog
He out here pullin' petty crimes
Twenty-five, for a three five
But I'm pushin' runtz for a dub
Remember June, me and my niggas
Was throwin' ones
To back the blood up in the club
I ain't never smoke no weed
It's a Qp up in my cup
Baby, this mud
Mixing akorn wit the wock
It got me Stuck
Porter drive
Where it started
We was postin' up at Pam
That whole gang
Soft as jelly
Paperwork when they got jammed
Just blew a 12 on clothes
And I ain't never did a scam
Chess Runtz 448
Twenty-five hundred a gram for gram
Say a prayer when I wake
And grab my scrap can't leave without
Niggas wishin' I was dead
They tryin' to blow my candle out
Im who put tax on the turkey
When the Za gone in the drought
Im who show love to the fiends
He hit that rock, get loud and shout
Yeah, yeah yeah
In my dream, my gun be jammin
Switch on a .45, make it glitch
Up that 30 and get to spammin
Ain't used to have it drip down in Fashion
I'm on point when I'm rockin' these Shows
Baby Glock, compact in my jacket
She done smelt this baccarat
Now his ho went missing
I wasn't heard a year ago
Now I make everybody ass listen
Better get down when I up that
Better move around when I come through hitting
Got a shooter number one pick
He play he roll like Andrew Wiggings
Courtside, Gentry High, Hot Cheetos and cheese
I just wanna put them golds up in my mouth long live Weezy, yeah
Gallery Department, Flare Pants, Lavin match my tee
Member plugs used to front the bows
And take zips out my weed
Had the gym, stanky trappin out the
Zip right before practice
V-Lone shirt, Valentino's
Stack Jean Valabasas , yeah
I be with the GDs
Blue and black team like the Magic
Gallery Department bell bottoms on
It ain't the 70s
What you know about trappin hard as f*ck custos
Outside my granny crib
What you know about sippin wock
I'm dosing off but standin' still
What you know about sellin grams of za smell like a skunk dead
I been hangin' around the dope head
Knockin' hoes on some bunk beds
My amigo on the way
Pray he make it cross the border
Old head with hating
I dropped the bag
Went and f*cked his daughter
I was livin' like Azie
Before I felt like Rich Porter
I was trappin' out the half
I was trappin' out the quarter
Steve Nash, I'm in my prime
I got rich, off passing dimes
Why the f*ck would I sit around some guys
And get some petty time
When I could be in the trap
Sellin' dope studio line for line
Niggas hollin' free they dog
He out here pullin' petty crimes
Twenty-five, for a three five
But I'm pushin' runtz for a dub
Remember June, me and my niggas
Was throwin' ones
To back the blood up in the club
I ain't never smoke no weed
It's a Qp up in my cup
Baby, this mud
Mixing akorn wit the wock
It got me Stuck
Porter drive
Where it started
We was postin' up at Pam
That whole gang
Soft as jelly
Paperwork when they got jammed
Just blew a 12 on clothes
And I ain't never did a scam
Chess Runtz 448
Twenty-five hundred a gram for gram
Say a prayer when I wake
And grab my scrap can't leave without
Niggas wishin' I was dead
They tryin' to blow my candle out
Im who put tax on the turkey
When the Za gone in the drought
Im who show love to the fiends
He hit that rock, get loud and shout
Yeah, yeah yeah
Writer: Makelvi Hutchins
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