Gloccie Otto - DownTown Lyrics

You know what the fuck going on man
Its Glocc and I don't even know what to say to this shit
Free the real
Free B Bear man you get me
Know I got you for life
Gang
I shoot my gun
Shoot my gun
Shoot my gun
Its Glocciee baby
I cheffed man down hit his neck
Wash him away then go get my check
Knife in his back he got kweffed
Don't know what that means
Don't wanna be next
Drop down when your boy got the text
Don't know what to do brodie somewhere out West
Drop down when your boy got the text
Coming strapped up so you better wear your vest
Lil boy yea im not tryna flex
But I took your bitch so you better not step up
Remember them nights was running from feds
Big bro got asthma but kept up
Shot at his legs then I cut his throat
Thats what it means to get kweffed up
Knew a couple rats and a couple real
But its still fuck the ones that done fessed up
His thot keep on posting these pics
And I know that's the reason his bitch ass don't like me
Couple months ago "lets use a type beat"
I been dropped my addy but you still won't fight me
What happened to meet up on Dike Street
What happened to saying that it was on sight B
Remember the day that you seen me at KP?
All you did was run beside me
My brothers aint talking to cops, We spotting the opps
We bring out the Glocks
Hold up got a ho at the spot
My brothers don't play got Rugers and mops
Got SRT's on SRT's pull off we skrt out the lot
No I don't play bout my bread you down at the bottom Im up at the top
She say that Im breaking her heart I use her to fuck I can't be your mans
I feel like Im Hugh Hefner, The way that Im fucking the friends of her friends
She blowing my phone up
Fucking her sister the way that Im using no hands
She tryna kiss me
She tryna date me
Bitch say something stupid again
Bitch say something stupid again
If he spinning back then Im booming again
If they try come on our turf
I put this on God they losing again
We know that that boy a lame, he get no money he get no bands
I seen him DownTown, I pulled out my Glock
I shot him and five of his friends

You know what the fuck going on man
Its Glocc and I don't even know what to say to this shit
Free the real
Free B Bear man you get me
Know I got you for life
Gang
I shoot my gun
Shoot my gun
Shoot my gun
Its Glocciee baby
I cheffed man down hit his neck
Wash him away then go get my check
Knife in his back he got kweffed
Don't know what that means
Don't wanna be next
Drop down when your boy got the text
Don't know what to do brodie somewhere out West
Drop down when your boy got the text
Coming strapped up so you better wear your vest
Lil boy yea im not tryna flex
But I took your bitch so you better not step up
Remember them nights was running from feds
Big bro got asthma but kept up
Shot at his legs then I cut his throat
Thats what it means to get kweffed up
Knew a couple rats and a couple real
But its still fuck the ones that done fessed up
His thot keep on posting these pics
And I know that's the reason his bitch ass don't like me
Couple months ago "lets use a type beat"
I been dropped my addy but you still won't fight me
What happened to meet up on Dike Street
What happened to saying that it was on sight B
Remember the day that you seen me at KP?
All you did was run beside me
My brothers aint talking to cops, We spotting the opps
We bring out the Glocks
Hold up got a ho at the spot
My brothers don't play got Rugers and mops
Got SRT's on SRT's pull off we skrt out the lot
No I don't play bout my bread you down at the bottom Im up at the top
She say that Im breaking her heart I use her to fuck I can't be your mans
I feel like Im Hugh Hefner, The way that Im fucking the friends of her friends
She blowing my phone up
Fucking her sister the way that Im using no hands
She tryna kiss me
She tryna date me
Bitch say something stupid again
Bitch say something stupid again
If he spinning back then Im booming again
If they try come on our turf
I put this on God they losing again
We know that that boy a lame, he get no money he get no bands
I seen him DownTown, I pulled out my Glock
I shot him and five of his friends