Glory Shit - Fredo Santana, King L

Smoke about a zip a day boy this shit real

Niggas kill every day boy this shit real

Nines, AKs in my trap boy this shit real

Try to play me you get whacked boy this shit real

This shit real (2x)

Pouring up a pint of lean boy this shit real

Everything ain’t what it seems but this shit real

This shit real (2x)

Pull up on your block boy this shit real

Hop out with them 30s and just letting off shells

Whipping chickens and I whip them bitches as well

I’m a hitter by myself cause niggas a tell

Niggas goofy as fuck, you can’t confuse me

Do a drill with this nine or with this Uzi

These niggas little niggas I swear they where my shoes

Just ate, still hungry, where the food be?

You say you getting money nigga can’t fool me

Ain’t going in the club unless I get in with my tooly

Try to play me I let off that fucking Glock quick

With a mop stick and aim it at your conscience

I go crazy for the gang I go crazy

I’m riding in a foreign with a thot smoking lazy

Put me and Fredo on the drill we go crazy

And all that sucker shit you talking just don’t faze me

Got the fucking SK with 100 so amazing

Smoking out this pound, yeah I’m steady flaming

Got the fucking chopper I hit your block and get the spraying

Leave your fucking block wet bodies just laying