Lyrics Big Glock (feat. Shy Glizzy) - Shy Glizzy , Trapboy Freddy

And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it (yeah)

It′s me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I'm big glock′d up (bang-bang)
If I got my chain on, bitch, I'm big rock'd up (yeah)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up (big pressure)
They can′t do none ′bout this shit 'cause baby, we guap′d up (woo, yeah)

It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I′m big glock'd up (pop, pop)
If I got my chain on, bitch, I′m big rock'd up (ice)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up
They can't do none ′bout this shit ′cause baby, we guap'd up

Switch on this glizzy, I′m ridin' with Glizzy, we ridin′ through the city, tryna dump all these bitches (skrrt)
My trap be jumping just like it's a business
My mama mad I took 30 to the dentist (boy)
Call ′fore you come, nigga, this ain't no dentist (hol' up)
Yeah, I take change, I ain′t takin′ no pennies (nope)
2900 on a sneaker, no Skechers (ayy)
Four up in a Fanta, still sippin' Dr. Pepper
Cookin′ up the dope, I think I got a little better
I ain't know no better, shouldn′t even have let up
Young nigga catch plays on a four wheeler (skrrt)
When I was growin' up, I wanted to be a dope dealer (trap)
Balmain jeans, nigga, double G socks (socks)
42 bold like my shoe size
Front hold clip, nigga, yell it two time
Front hold clip, nigga, yell it two time

It′s me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I'm big glock'd up (bang-bang)
If I got my chain on, bitch, I′m big rock′d up (yeah)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up (big pressure)
They can't do none ′bout this shit 'cause baby, we guap′d up (woo, yeah)

It's me, glizzy, and Glizzy, bitch, I′m big glock'd up (pop, pop)
If I got my chain on, bitch, I'm big rock′d up (ice)
We put pressure in the city, know they want us locked up
They can′t do none 'bout this shit ′cause baby, we guap'd up (el jefe, homes)

Glizzy and Trapboy Freddy, you know this combination is so deadly (uh)
Bitch, they call me, "Jefe", I′m a fuckin' boss, I do shit when I′m ready (jefe!)
Walkin' 'round with all these baguetties, cute Italian bitch, she only eat spaghetti (woo, ooh-ooh)
Way I′m poppin′ these Addys, I believe I could fly, bitch, ain't no damn R Kelly (God, damn, God, damn)
Hit ya′ boy for the bags, New Jack City, bitch, the way I whip them Ricks (hey, hey)
Pull up to my trap real fast, shoot outside the front door with that stick (bah-bah)
Young street nigga with the Richard Mille, when I put it on, them bad bitches know I'm rich (Richard Mille)
Chrome Hearts with the Glock, and I keep a 30 on me, somebody tell the ′opps, "Suck my dick"