BallOutNik - Gleece

1 nigga with 2 glocks
Sliding this a stolen whip
All that dissing on the gram

Gon' get your stupid ass hit
Almost faced that last nigga
Stopped the car hit upped his whip

Told lil foenem dump that h*e
So he emptied out the clip
Can't get you l get your man
Opp hoe that pussy bap

So you know I hit her friend
Must ain't heard about that last nigga
Caught him and he ran

Must ain't heard about that last nigga
Smoking in this wood
Hoes say Ballout you the man

Told lil bruh get in that mode
So he popped another xan
Exotic chops they come from Russia

Sticked up like the Taliban
Bitch we got bout' every gun
Nigga name a time Iran

SRT on every glock
Draco burn you like it's Usher (What)
Draco burn you like it's Usher

Heard that lil bitch she fan of my fucking music
Run up choppa make you flip

Yeah im dying behind this shit
Im in love with fucking blicks
Every glock came with a switch

We don't talk to 12
Don't talk to opps
Some shit like Andrew Luck

Keep on dissing on the gang
Gon' get your stupid ass bucked
Hit him with that 30 in a hurry

Shoot like Stephen Curry
Heard she low key tryna fuck
Yeah that lil b*tch she a slut

Reup with some ammo
Need some guns hit up dat nigga Guap
Talking down on bruh i'm sending shots

Behind this fucking blick
Don't ask me bout' no other shit
You know I rep this trap shit

I'll go slide right by myself
I don't need no fucking clique
I can't lie we your section

Keep that glock no Smith & Wesson
Free my nigga Rome
They gave him 20 I know he going crazy

Locked inside the box
Im sending shots behind that fucking name
Ever since this rapping sh*t popped off

I got a lil fame
Young and turnt might fuck your bitch
She said Nik you got a name

Groupie bitch hit from the back
In your city flipping packs
Foe nem hit this left

Then hit that right
Made his ass run like track
Then we double back

Swing the door get on the floor
Hopped out with them fully drakes
Tryna put you niggas up

These 223s and 556 then thats your ass
Come test your luck
Shout out Packaban yeah he the man

Hit shit like 9/11 bitch im out my mind
Im in that mode
Just popped a perky pill

Blacked out everything
With them blicks suit up it's time to drill
We the ones who really stepping

Bitch you know we trained to kill
Born to be the greatest
Im throwing plays just like im Tom Brady

Bitch im really feeling Gleece
Name nan nigga wanna fuck with me (What)
Hold on nan nigga wanna fuck with me

Trap shit be the gang
Man fuck that pussy boy put him on a tee
Bitch im feeling gleece

Name nan nigga want fuck with me
1 nigga with 2 glocks
Sliding this a stolen whip

All that dissing on the gram
Gon get your stupid ass hit
Almost faced that last nigga

Stopped the car hit upped his whip
Told lil foenem dump that hoe
So he emptied out the clip

Can't get you l get your man
Opp hoe that pussy bap
So you know I hit her friend

Must ain't heard about that last nigga
Caught him and he ran
Must ain't heard about that last nigga

Smoking in this wood
Hoes say Ballout you the man

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BallOutNik •

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