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