ikey - Feelin Like Glins

Miss all of my falling members
Cold world just like December
Post ona block like ima center

Won't chase no bitch
I'm chasing chicken
Ben Franklin
My right hand nigga
Don't put no family
In no good business
Issa four In my cup
So I might need a kidney
Four gs in my wood
So I might need a lung
Four slugs too the ass
What made Ricky run

Back in the trenches
The streets where I belong
This music cool
That Draco sing a song
I'm by myself
But I ain't along

I ain't gone put you down
If you ain't getting money
I don't want you around
But if you want sum money
I'll front you a pound
If you owe me some money
Don't run when Ikey around

Woulda got plenty of plaxs ina trap
Better be lucky I rap
Forty on my hip
And a four ina Snapple
What I'm tryna tell you
I'm riding dirty in traffic
Woulda been a teacher
If we was giving out passes
We clap clap put belt too asses
Ima hard knock
See the opps ima crash shit
Give me the bread
Keep the rest of the sandwiches

In traffic
Button turn this bitch automatic
Stuffing dead niggas in sweet aromatic
If you ain't having no button
You ain't doing no damage
But you a goofy nigga
And I heard you be lacking
Owe me money anyway
He collateral damage
He was with the shits
Now the nigga ain't savage
I only want the bread
Keep the rest of the Sandwiches

Ima post ona block
Like I'm tryna get a rebound
VV's on me
Awe I think I'm
Chief keef now

Growing up tryna be like
Pac or Biggie
I'm walking too the store
I got my Glock with me
Stephen Curry on me
Or I got Scotty Pimpin

Awe he was dissing Glins
Now his momma missing
I done did all these drugs
Now I'm feeling like Glinzy
Full K on me
Don't ass why I'm limping

I say R.I.P Glinzy
I done did all these drugs
Now I'm feeling like Glinzy
Huh huh

R.I.P Glinzy
I done did all these drugs
Now I'm feeling like Glinzy
Huh huh

Written by:
Michael Sims

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