Glo Grip – Only Option Pitmix

Only Option Pitmix Lyrics

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Hook:
I’m fucking yo hoe from the front
She sucking my dick like she rolling a blunt
I beat it up make her run
Then I go roll up a wood full of runts

We score with the pack and we make niggas punt
Tryna run off we gone load up and hunt
Nigga this shit ain’t a stunt
Do it and then we lay low for a month

Verse 1:
Fucking yo bitch in the back of the spot
You cuffing that bitch but don’t know she a thot
She fucking me cuz I’m hot
She say yo money to little but I got a lot

Nigga I’m fresh like a Tee
You play with my bro than you destined to see
I got the iron in my jeans like a crease
Wet up his block got him signing for peace

I’m getting bread like Panera
These niggas cappin I call I’m new era
You pussy niggas in danger Error
I got that nigga living life in terror

Smoke out the turkey bag Don’t even scale it
Buy me a P of the Louie don’t sell it
He want the pack in the Chi we gone mail it
Wrap it up don’t want nobody to smell it

I Do what I want and you do what you can
I mixed the Dirty sprite wit a zan
Got me a bag now a nigga the man
Now all of these niggas and bitches my fan

Smoking Og in the back of the whip
Stop at the store get a black and sum chips
Bad lil bitch wit a ass and some hips
Told that hoe come and ride me like a ship

Fuck yo butch and she calling my daddy
She riding me like a caddy
Shawty she be eating the duck like a patty
Yeah the lil bitch is a baddy

Just had a threesome with her and her twin
And I wanna do it again
The way that she fuck me it should be a sin
I swear her mouth made her a 10

Hop in the booth and I’m making some crank
I’m on the weed pills and the drank
All of this money like we robbed a bank
I’m telling the truth nigga fuck what you thank

Fuck what you say cuz I really don’t care
Walk in yo party polluting the air
Yeah you can look baby just do not stair
Bling Blow Diamonds they making a glair

Stacking that money up just like a crate
Started my trap wit a scale and a eight
I done upgraded now I’m having weight
Ik that money is all in my fate

I need my money I don’t like to wait
I need my money bro why is you late
We set up him up wit a bitch on a date
Then we gone rob him he bit on the bait

Hook:
I’m fucking yo hoe from the front
She sucking my dick like she rolling a blunt
I beat it up make her run
Then I go roll up a wood full of runts

We score with the pack and we make niggas punt
Tryna run off we gone load up and hunt
Nigga this shit ain’t a stunt
Do it and then we lay low for a month

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