Stop rappin' bout that cappin' ass shit that you ain't even take
Got team full of shooters, don't do rugers, we like USA
Don't say that I'm hiding cause you can't find me
I'm probably in the bank
7.62 this bitch big as hell, it prolly stopped a tank
I'm gettin' in that mode I'm in my zone, I'm Giannas in the paint
I love that aroma my eyes turn red, when I grab the drac'
SRT we slidin' can't be ridin', if you ain't down to spanked
Pff-fft, lethal weapons call me Glover Dan
Nigga I'll drop this shit in two days
We already know how these niggas be they sweet as Kool-Aid
I press the button on the Glock this shit hotter than soup man
And if you reading this message then you f*cking too late
I've been legit since ah jit, what the f*ck do you think ?
Been giving niggas food even off my lunch tray
I got the ball pull up deep
Ion need no mid-range
7.62 take spirits it travel through membranes
These diamonds look like static, I can't panic when 12 get behind me
Don't ask me if I got it you know this bitch on me like a magnet
Got 10k and a baby drac'
Ina Louis baggage
No face, no case
He play he lay send his ass to his granny
No face, no case
Put dead faces on that boy casket
Ain't no button on this Glock but this bitch still shoot automatic
Got Luol Deng it shoot out three, we don't carry Wessons
Best believe we find you, gon' remind you why you shouldn't be lacking
Ain't nobody point me to this shit I had to go and find it
Nah for real, you probably catch some chills but you still gotta grab it
We Ferris wheel for the thrill this shit can get tragic
Tsunami the block we won't stop, this shit ain't no acting
Stop rappin' bout that cappin' ass shit that you ain't even take
Got team full of shooters, don't do rugers, we like USA
Don't say that I'm hiding cause you can't find me
I'm probably in the bank
7.62 this bitch big as hell, it prolly stopped a tank
I'm gettin' in that mode I'm in my zone, I'm Giannas in the paint
I love that aroma my eyes turn red, when I grab the drac'
SRT we slidin' can't be ridin', if you ain't down to spanked
Pff-fft, lethal weapons call me Glover Dan
Dead mans in my pockets
Pockets full of dead
We aim for head bands
Let off so much shots
The other side throw up a red flag
Look me in my eyes
I'm fighting thoughts that I can't speak again
Chopper snatch his soul, like the reaper with me
Gen5 Glock shoot fully, don't shoot semi
Scratching off the scene in SRTs not no hemis
Weapons lethal, Glover Danny
Another high speed got them racks tucked, police tryna' jammed me
Supercharged the Chally
I'm gone make it hard for them to catch me
One way flight to Cali
When I make it back just know them packs in
Promoters talking shows but we won't hit that stage til we get that backend
Not signed to OVO but drac' at all the shows
Drop that clip, reload
These bullets snatch his soul, okay
Just like my heart, you know my neck and wrists is froze
Fifty pointers know we came to ball like that boy DeRozan
I got killers laying on your yard, knock you off for loafin'
For that bread we could goto war, chopper bullets toast' em
Fifty-thousand for a Audermar, dancing with the stars
More than a thousand shots come behind my name, send' em to his God
He gon' hear that Pfftt from that switchy so be smart
Strapped like it's a Taliban
Masks up on they face like special ops
Big wzrd
LottoBuckz - GLOVER DANNY (feat. SME BANDMAN NERO) Lyrics
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Stop rappin' bout that cappin' ass shit that you ain't even take
Got team full of shooters, don't do rugers, we like USA
Don't say that I'm hiding cause you can't find me
I'm probably in the bank
7.62 this bitch big as hell, it prolly stopped a tank
I'm gettin' in that mode I'm in my zone, I'm Giannas in the paint
I love that aroma my eyes turn red, when I grab the drac'
SRT we slidin' can't be ridin', if you ain't down to spanked
Pff-fft, lethal weapons call me Glover Dan
Nigga I'll drop this shit in two days
We already know how these niggas be they sweet as Kool-Aid
I press the button on the Glock this shit hotter than soup man
And if you reading this message then you f*cking too late
I've been legit since ah jit, what the f*ck do you think ?
Been giving niggas food even off my lunch tray
I got the ball pull up deep
Ion need no mid-range
7.62 take spirits it travel through membranes
These diamonds look like static, I can't panic when 12 get behind me
Don't ask me if I got it you know this bitch on me like a magnet
Got 10k and a baby drac'
Ina Louis baggage
No face, no case
He play he lay send his ass to his granny
No face, no case
Put dead faces on that boy casket
Ain't no button on this Glock but this bitch still shoot automatic
Got Luol Deng it shoot out three, we don't carry Wessons
Best believe we find you, gon' remind you why you shouldn't be lacking
Ain't nobody point me to this shit I had to go and find it
Nah for real, you probably catch some chills but you still gotta grab it
We Ferris wheel for the thrill this shit can get tragic
Tsunami the block we won't stop, this shit ain't no acting
Stop rappin' bout that cappin' ass shit that you ain't even take
Got team full of shooters, don't do rugers, we like USA
Don't say that I'm hiding cause you can't find me
I'm probably in the bank
7.62 this bitch big as hell, it prolly stopped a tank
I'm gettin' in that mode I'm in my zone, I'm Giannas in the paint
I love that aroma my eyes turn red, when I grab the drac'
SRT we slidin' can't be ridin', if you ain't down to spanked
Pff-fft, lethal weapons call me Glover Dan
Dead mans in my pockets
Pockets full of dead
We aim for head bands
Let off so much shots
The other side throw up a red flag
Look me in my eyes
I'm fighting thoughts that I can't speak again
Chopper snatch his soul, like the reaper with me
Gen5 Glock shoot fully, don't shoot semi
Scratching off the scene in SRTs not no hemis
Weapons lethal, Glover Danny
Another high speed got them racks tucked, police tryna' jammed me
Supercharged the Chally
I'm gone make it hard for them to catch me
One way flight to Cali
When I make it back just know them packs in
Promoters talking shows but we won't hit that stage til we get that backend
Not signed to OVO but drac' at all the shows
Drop that clip, reload
These bullets snatch his soul, okay
Just like my heart, you know my neck and wrists is froze
Fifty pointers know we came to ball like that boy DeRozan
I got killers laying on your yard, knock you off for loafin'
For that bread we could goto war, chopper bullets toast' em
Fifty-thousand for a Audermar, dancing with the stars
More than a thousand shots come behind my name, send' em to his God
He gon' hear that Pfftt from that switchy so be smart
Strapped like it's a Taliban
Masks up on they face like special ops
Big wzrd
Got team full of shooters, don't do rugers, we like USA
Don't say that I'm hiding cause you can't find me
I'm probably in the bank
7.62 this bitch big as hell, it prolly stopped a tank
I'm gettin' in that mode I'm in my zone, I'm Giannas in the paint
I love that aroma my eyes turn red, when I grab the drac'
SRT we slidin' can't be ridin', if you ain't down to spanked
Pff-fft, lethal weapons call me Glover Dan
Nigga I'll drop this shit in two days
We already know how these niggas be they sweet as Kool-Aid
I press the button on the Glock this shit hotter than soup man
And if you reading this message then you f*cking too late
I've been legit since ah jit, what the f*ck do you think ?
Been giving niggas food even off my lunch tray
I got the ball pull up deep
Ion need no mid-range
7.62 take spirits it travel through membranes
These diamonds look like static, I can't panic when 12 get behind me
Don't ask me if I got it you know this bitch on me like a magnet
Got 10k and a baby drac'
Ina Louis baggage
No face, no case
He play he lay send his ass to his granny
No face, no case
Put dead faces on that boy casket
Ain't no button on this Glock but this bitch still shoot automatic
Got Luol Deng it shoot out three, we don't carry Wessons
Best believe we find you, gon' remind you why you shouldn't be lacking
Ain't nobody point me to this shit I had to go and find it
Nah for real, you probably catch some chills but you still gotta grab it
We Ferris wheel for the thrill this shit can get tragic
Tsunami the block we won't stop, this shit ain't no acting
Stop rappin' bout that cappin' ass shit that you ain't even take
Got team full of shooters, don't do rugers, we like USA
Don't say that I'm hiding cause you can't find me
I'm probably in the bank
7.62 this bitch big as hell, it prolly stopped a tank
I'm gettin' in that mode I'm in my zone, I'm Giannas in the paint
I love that aroma my eyes turn red, when I grab the drac'
SRT we slidin' can't be ridin', if you ain't down to spanked
Pff-fft, lethal weapons call me Glover Dan
Dead mans in my pockets
Pockets full of dead
We aim for head bands
Let off so much shots
The other side throw up a red flag
Look me in my eyes
I'm fighting thoughts that I can't speak again
Chopper snatch his soul, like the reaper with me
Gen5 Glock shoot fully, don't shoot semi
Scratching off the scene in SRTs not no hemis
Weapons lethal, Glover Danny
Another high speed got them racks tucked, police tryna' jammed me
Supercharged the Chally
I'm gone make it hard for them to catch me
One way flight to Cali
When I make it back just know them packs in
Promoters talking shows but we won't hit that stage til we get that backend
Not signed to OVO but drac' at all the shows
Drop that clip, reload
These bullets snatch his soul, okay
Just like my heart, you know my neck and wrists is froze
Fifty pointers know we came to ball like that boy DeRozan
I got killers laying on your yard, knock you off for loafin'
For that bread we could goto war, chopper bullets toast' em
Fifty-thousand for a Audermar, dancing with the stars
More than a thousand shots come behind my name, send' em to his God
He gon' hear that Pfftt from that switchy so be smart
Strapped like it's a Taliban
Masks up on they face like special ops
Big wzrd
Writer: Derron Bromfield, Kenyon Clemons
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: LottoBuckz
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Derron Bromfield, Kenyon Clemons