Video Glizock Y Wizop de Gucci Mane 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gucci Mane - Glizock Y Wizop Lyrics

Glizock & Wizop Song Lyrics
Glizock & Wizop by Gucci Mane [Key Glock:]
(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah

Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap God (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, b**ch (b**ch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

[Gucci Mane:]
It's Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon' be hard to stop
Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin' that pistol like a cop
Wouldn't give me my flowers, I rewarded myself and bought a watch (Burr)
Took the fork and scr*ped the pot (Skrrt), it's off the eye, I shake the pot
I can't put no money in no niggas who ain't worth it, dawg (No)
Confiscated my necklace 'cause these suckers didn't deserve it, y'all (Pussy)
Seventeen summers later, showin' no signs of fallin' off (Well, damn)
I didn't even imagine I'd be ballin' how I'm ballin' now (Go, go)
Niggas tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount (Wrong)
Killers took, don't bring 'em up, it's 'round 'em if I bring 'em out
Oh, you got a crash dummy, think before you send him off (Huh?)
His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin', dawg (Yeah)

[Key Glock:]
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap God (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, b**ch (b**ch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

Yeah (Blue bucks)
Baby, I get too much
Motherf**kin' money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked
I'm still the same youngin', the only thing, my money grew up
It be the same niggas talkin' 'bout slidin' and ain't shootin' nothin'
Yeah, b**ch, I'm all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and b**ch off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that sh*t two-hundred
Um, young nigga keep the heat up on 'em, Jimmy Bun

Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, nigga, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young niggas with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap God (Yeah)
Long live my nigga Flippa, b**ch (b**ch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks