roscoe g - twin glocks lyrics
[intro: roscoe g]
bang, grah
flyin with birds
bet i push up on em, bet i push up on em
[chorus: roscoe g]
it was me and lil bro trollin, tryna have em spin
they came thru spinnin right on feet i bet i fl!ck again
two twin glocks on that scene, that sh+t come in pairs, like
lil bro get em f+ck it i don’t give a f+ck who there
all he heard was… ++clap clap++, now he in the air
them b+tches get you k!lled on bro you better be aware
they came through clappin, like, i was tryna buss back
ever since woo lotti, like, they ain’t never come back
[verse 1: roscoe g]
when cainе died, like, like on bro it was a gеt back
lighting candles & roses, like on dot they was on sit back
real ebe boys, make sure everybody eat
came through slidin in that car bet that we wet up that v
we back up on they strip, tryna rock that boy to sleep
smokin [?], smokin [?], can’t forget [?]
d+mn, like i forgot bout lil lee
i’m still smokin [?]
[chorus: roscoe g]
it was me and lil bro trollin, tryna have em spin
they came thru spinnin right on feet i bet i fl!ck again
two twin glocks on that scene, that sh+t come in pairs, like
lil bro get em f+ck it i don’t give a f+ck who there
all he heard was… ++clap clap++, now he in the air
them b+tches get you k!lled on bro you better be aware
they came through clappin, like, i was tryna buss back
ever since woo lotti, like, they ain’t never come back
[verse 2: dd osama]
like tell me how he died
i don’t even care all i know is that i’m smokin fries
a n+gga definitely died
he got hit up in his head now he with nay up up in the sky
rg that’s my ooter, and i’m the bread getter
if they try to push up on me, then i promise he gon get em
dead opps in the air, you know we stay screamin lotti
smokin him, with a little bit of nazzy
ain’t even gon lie, like right now i’m feeling drowsy
i know why, it’s cuz that dead n+gga bobby
[chorus: roscoe g]
it was me and lil bro trollin, tryna have em spin
they came thru spinnin right on feet i bet i fl!ck again
two twin glocks on that scene, that sh+t come in pairs, like
lil bro get em f+ck it i don’t give a f+ck who there
all he heard was… ++clap clap++, now he in the air
them b+tches get you k!lled on bro you better be aware
they came through clappin, like, i was tryna buss back
ever since woo lotti, like, they ain’t never come back
[outro: roscoe g]
grah, grah bang
like on bro
all these f+ckin dead n+ggas
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