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gv honcho - glo lyrics

-glo-

[intro]

honcho
-gtrak-

[hook]

i’m tryna live, f-ck tryna survive
tryna get high and then fly to dubai
n-gga stay tuned cause i’m not in my prime
i want you to poke it out, baby rewind
i just hit saks bought a shirt for the guys
hop on the wave then you won’t be surprised
she say she see pain and the hurt in my eyes
everyday pray to my god, i’m aliiiive
yeah

i’m tryna blow up
gettin’ screwed off the wockhardt
chop yo ahh like a cold-cut
pop his ahh like a poptart
vlone shirt, it’s a crew cut
i perform like a rockstar
saggin my pants like i’m luda

[verse 1]

hit the mall and then buy it out ooo
keep a glock inside the couch ooo
took her to go get her nails done
f-ck her and dip and she crying now
i’m in the coupe with yo bit and we riding round
he heard we was looking for him and he hiding out
coming up soon and i’m getting excited now
f-ck with my money yo n-ggas start dying out
pull up an shoot f-ck a defense
i hit a l!ck and then repent
try to run off with the wave and get seasick
diamonds is broken these muf-ckas leaking
addy gon f-ck with my brain got me thinking
she said she hate me bit give me a reason
i’m on the stage and it feel like i’m preachin’
i been on mollies and hitech all weekend
ooo you better be glad that you breathin’
these n-ggas be mad cause they heard its my season
ooo walk in i’m fresh like a deacon
finna put all this ice on my body i’m freezing
been on the perc for a hour i’m peakin
you got that gas n-gga roll up
you got that wockhardt then pour up

[hook]

i’m tryna blow up
gettin’ screwed off the wockhardt
chop yo ahh like a cold-cut
pop his ahh like a poptart
vlone shirt, it’s a crew cut
i perform like a rockstar
saggin my pants like i’m luda

[verse 2]

i gotta get to the top
and you know i can not stop
bust through the door give a f-ck bout a lock
i pour a 4 of that wock
got my own style and these n-ggas gon jock
step in the game, i ain’t p-ssin the rock
shoot with the stick and these bodies gone drop
ima keep bussin and i ain’t gon stop
hit after hit n-gga look at my catalog
gotta take risks if you really want it all
stay on my sh-t, on my momma ain’t fallin off
i gotta get me the foreign car
sippin’ on lean so its f-ck a bar
got a backwood so its f-ck a gar
sippin’ wockhardt and its thick like tar
play with the stick like a guitar
play with yo b-tch like a guitar
i shoot a glock like a ar
these n-ggas fake and get fake scars
drive a beamer like a race car
shoot a with yo b-tch this not pixar
aye she give me head in the whip
ooo she freaky got nut on her lip
smoke out a ounce i can’t smoke out a zip
ooo young honcho the goat off the rip

[outro]

aye
i’m tryna run up these bands, i’m tryna run up these bands
i’m tryna run up these bands, i’m tryna run up these baaaands
these bands

aye, hop on the plan and then get away
me and the gang finna go straight to la
i really don’t give a f-ck what these people say
ima keep smoking my f-ckin weed day-to-day
lean in my cup it be purple like bathing ape
look at my draws and these b-tches say bathing ape
ima keep going til’ everyday pay-day
give a f-ck about brina, i’m f-ckin on kay-kay
i met her at livs and i’m f-ckin the same day
i’m tryna live, f-ck tryna survive
tryna get high and then fly to dubai
n-gga stay tuned cause i’m not in my prime
i want you to poke it out, baby rewind
i just hit saks and bought shirts for the guys
hop on the wave then you won’t be surprised
she say she see pain and the hurt in my eyes
everyday pray to my god, i’m aliiiive

- gv honcho lyrics

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