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Glizock & Wizop Lyrics by Gucci Mane Ft. Key Glock, from the album “Breath of Fresh Air“, music has been produced by BandPlay, and Glizock & Wizop song lyrics are penned down by Gucci Mane, Key Glock & BandPlay.

Glizock & Wizop Lyrics

(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah

Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, ni**a, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young ni**as 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 ni**a Flippa, bitch (Bitch), 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

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 rеwarded myself and bought a watch (Burr)
Took the fork and scrapеd the pot (Skrrt), it’s off the eye, I shake the pot
I can’t put no money in no ni**as 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)
Ni**as 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)

Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, ni**a, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young ni**as 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 ni**a Flippa, bitch (Bitch), 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*ckin’ 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 ni**as talkin’ ’bout slidin’ and ain’t shootin’ nothin’
Yeah, bitch, I’m all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and bitch off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred
Um, young ni**a keep the heat up on ’em, Jimmy Bun

Ayy, it’s Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, ni**a, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young ni**as 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 ni**a Flippa, bitch (Bitch), 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


SONG INFO:

Song: Glizock & Wizop
Artist: Gucci Mane Ft. Key Glock
Album: Breath of Fresh Air (2023)
Music: BandPlay
Lyrics: Gucci Mane, Key Glock & BandPlay


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