GLITCHIN Lyrics – Skrilla

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[Intro]
Walked inside of Onyx, blew a dub
N!gga tried to walk down up on us on the block, we threw him slugs
Hold on, uh
Yeah, it’s me, uh, uh

[Chorus]
G6, I’m lifted
I just walked inside of Onyx, blew a dub
N!gga tried to walk down up on us on the block, we threw him slugs
I done tried my hardest, get up off the Percs, I took a sub, but it ain’t hitting
Bust a Curry, bust a top, he tap the brain, leave n!ggas twitching

[Verse 1]
VVs on my arm, s*it, this a Rollie for the trenches
When we had get in that V, that murder van, you started b!tching
Uh, uh
Walk down gang, when we walk down, drench a n!gga out, then put him on a chain
Should’ve put him on a shirt
That n!gga b!tch, should’ve wore a skirt
That n!gga six feet in the dirt and ain’t nobody gon’ do s*it ’bout it
YG shoot s*it from the baseline, I feel like I can’t leave without him
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
G6, I’m lifted
I just walked inside of Onyx, blew a dub
N!gga tried to walk down up on us on the block, we threw him slugs
I done tried my hardest, get up off the Percs, I took a sub, but it ain’t hitting
Bust a Curry, bust a top, he tap the brain, leave n!ggas twitching

[Verse 2]
Leave n!ggas, uh-huh, no Diddy
I just copped a Fisker Karma and I dropped like fifty
How it take a year to turn my life around? Three-sixty
I just pulled up presidential black truck, get with me
Casablanca on my body, b!tch, I’m dripped and Drac’d up

If this ARPski tap your brain, it’ll fu*k your face up
If the Draco get too close, you might as well give your face up
I done pulled up to the b!tch, then told her give her face up
Drac’, baow, I might shoot up at the crowd
I’m a crash out boy for real, I did a show, jumped in the crowd
I done let the milli’ dump without the switch, it sound too loud
I done pulled a honey bun right out on my b!tch and she like, “Wow”
Glizzy gang, send my hitters, take your chain, can’t take it off, they take your throat
Have you hanging from a rope like K-K-K-K-K-K, go
Drank all my drügs, I need a refill
I’m off a Percocet, a Xanax and an E pill
No bap, how we got your shooter clapped, now you ain’t got no bodies
‘Member I couldn’t sleep at night when I got my first body
How you claiming ten hats, but never shot nobody?
We like dressing n!ggas up like this s*it origami
How you folded on your brother killer? You ain’t kill him for him
Sometimes I feel for the opps, but right now, I ain’t got feelings for ’em
Shooters spin block like two times today, man, what y’all killing for?
Dropping buckets, take a look up at the board

[Chorus]
G6, I’m lifted
I just walked inside of Onyx, blew a dub
N!gga tried to walk down up on us on the block, we threw him slugs
I done tried my hardest, get up off the Percs, I took a sub, but it ain’t hitting
Bust a Curry, bust a top, he tap the brain, leave n!ggas twitching

[Outro]
Uh, uh