Baby Glock Lyrics English Translation by YOVNGCHIMI
Money Wayy
Yeah, Fox Gang
Mvrda gang, bitch
YOVNGCHIMI (Sh, Sh, Sh)
Baby Glock, Mvrda gang
The owners of the murders, you hear me, bastard? (Yeah, yeah, brr)
No chip
Of the music (Tell me, Nyxto)
Baby Glock, I don’t want the Glizzy if it doesn’t have a chip (Baby Glock)
Like Flock, we give you a shot in your Amiri jeans
I light a blunt, I don’t care a bit about what they say about me
Valued if they want to see me, it’s more than twenty G’s (Ah)
I’m buying clothes, all in ice like Gucci Mane (Like Gucci Mane)
I mix Fendi with Dior, comb them in Balmain (Ah-ah-ah)
I have all my shooters waiting masked like Kane’s flow
You think you’re a big shot?
Nah, nigga (Ah), I don’t know your name
The computer is like a gold mine (Brr) with the VPN
Fuck my opps, if I catch them off guard, they’re going to CNN (Rah, rah)
Fox gang, Mvrda gang, I put you on Noticentro (Smells like weed)
The promoters know that the Glizzys go inside (Prr), in all the parties
I’m smoking on my opps, Rastafari flow (Forget the opps, nigga)
I go faster than all of you, and I’m in the palace (Ah-ah-ah)
The toughest on the street, and I know that’s not running for them (Gang, gang)
They’re going to have to suck with the Devils of Lloren’ Towers (Money, bitch)
Tell Ele’, we collect every day, not just Thursdays (Devil)
I try to let go of the lean cup (Uh), but it’s just not possible
I’m here for the music, but whoever crosses dies
Twenty-one on the FN (Prr), crazy how the shots sound
Baby Glock, I don’t want the Glizzy if it doesn’t have a chip (Prr, ah)
Like Flock, we give you a shot in your Amiri jeans (Ah-ah-ah)
I light a blunt, I don’t care a bit about what they say about me (Ah-ah-ah)
Valued if they want to see me, it’s more than twenty G’s
I’m buying clothes, all in ice like Gucci Mane (Like Gucci)
I mix Fendi with Dior, comb them in Balmain (Ah-ah-ah)
I have all my shooters waiting masked like Kane’s flow
You think you’re a big shot?
Nah, nigga (Nah), I don’t know your name (Ah)
Even the enemies are giggling with my music
This lyrics are unique
Your death will be public (Dribble’s people)
In the forensic photo (Brr), you look stylish (Stylish)
The Draco is the boogeyman
I throw them in the hoodie, gang (Brr)
I’m a gangsta, smoking like I’m Rasta (Gang, Rasta)
My talk costs 100 kilos of white (Ah)
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk (Glizzy Walk)
I throw them in the throat (Ah, ah)
The R is red 27 like Santa (From the bushes, skrrt)
Changing the way of living, fans, flashes all on me (Ah-ah-ah)
I’m riding with the stick, Hydreezy, trust me
Because the Glizzys keep me alive, and as long as I’m here (Glizzy Gang)
Money Wayy won’t die (Money Wayy)
It’s Mvrda gang, lil bitch
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk
I throw them in the throat
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk
I throw them in the throat
Baby Glock, Glizzy Walk (Mvrda Gang)
I throw them in the throat (The owners of the murders, you hear me, bastard?)
The R is red 27 like Santa
Money Wayy