Lyrics GlokkNine – Leonardo Da G9
Text:
I think all you niggas take me for a bitch
Ain’t it?
And if you give me paint brushes
Then you get painted
You tryna’ test the G9
Just to get famous
And I done took a nigga cookie
And some good
?
Left him shitty, diarrhea, what he is
Ain’t it?
Diamond shine, chandelier, quite a gift
Ain’t it?
Caught a pussy in the rear
Catch my drift, safely
And if you eva’ get the picture
You bet not post nothin’
Tell them crackas, suck a dick
But what I’m facin’
Counter talk, whole
?
?
take patients
All this talent, for a show
But I ain’t see patience
Big Glock, so if you sleepin’
Now you awaken
I done did the John Wall
Tryna’ flex on ’em
It ain’ nun but twenty grand
Just to get famous
And I done took a nigga cookie
And some good
?
Left him shitty, diarrhea, what he is
Ain’t it?
Diamond shine, chandelier, quite a gift
Ain’t it?
Caught a pussy in the rear
Catch my drift, safely
And if you eva’ get the picture
You bet not post nothin’
Tell them crackas, suck a dick
But what I’m facin’
Counter talk, whole
?
?
take patients
All this talent, for a show
But I ain’t see patience
Big Glock, so if you sleepin’
Now you awaken
I done did the John Wall
Tryna’ flex on ’em
It ain’ nun but twenty grand
Drop a check on ’em
Talkin’ leave him where he stayin’
Let us flex sum
Like we pop a xan, we ain’ playin’
You’ll get stepped on
It’s some niggas up to
?
When you be home
Buck the jack, no
?
but through your curtains
How we come tho?
I be ballin’ on ’em
Got me feelin’ like I’m Rondo
Never broke again, like that boy
Quando Rondo
Tell that boy you play again
I’ma sin like pronto
Comin’ through the front, back, side
And the window
They think ’cause I signed, I’ma flop
I just beginned hoe
I’ma walk around with the .9
Just try again tho’
And I put that «Uhh, aye yuh» on the outro
I’ma put that burner on a nigga
Like a eye hole
They gave me two mil
But I think I need a lot
Gave my niggas them some meals
Now they eatin’ off a
?
Class in session nigga, I’ma teach ya’
Call Lil Nine the Pastor, off a bean
He wanna’ preach
CTRL, alt, backspace
He get delete
I think I’m gon’ hit a fucking mil
On this beat
Took me for a CD
But ion repeat
Say a nigga gotta see me
But not gon’ be me
I ain’ ever pass the tenth grade
As you can see
But I done made a big play
Blew up from A-Z
She blew me like a balloon
Mush mouth
Run off in ya’ house
And all the TVs, take ’em out
I know he ain’ gon tell
Ion even gotta doubt
If he eva’ in a situation
Then I’ma get ’em out
Ya’ know I gotta pistol somewhere
Can’t go without
These niggas think they takin’ me
Then we can bang it out
Sum like a water sprout
Tornado season, spin around
I got the bity bleeding
‘Cause they like what we about
These niggas playin’ recruiters
Got me mistaken for a scout
We tryna’ cop a shoota
That’s gon’ move around town
Water whippin ass shit
Somehow, a nigga drown
I got a stupid bag
Like my pockets, they too small
We gon’ pop alotta tags
Hit the mall and have a ball
Talm bout he crashed
Why that boy ain’ wreck the wall?
Oh, he copping deuces
Talkin’ about that extra draw
Fuck a nigga thinkin’
Bitch you want a bitter fall?
I’m campin’ in yo bushes
I’m just ready for that gunfire
I’m know thirty Jits, right now
Who just trynna’ slang iron
Wit them thirty dirty thirty poles
On a hang time
Snag-a-tooth tec, fully auto
And some land mines
Tell ’em, mind yo business
Stay in yours, and I got mine
My watcher, he reserve and observe
It’s like it’s gang time
Told her stay in her
Uhh, aye
Aye, yuh
Ayye
Talkin’ leave him where he stayin’
Let us flex sum
Like we pop a xan, we ain’ playin’
You’ll get stepped on
It’s some niggas up to
?
When you be home
Buck the jack, no
?
but through your curtains
How we come tho?
I be ballin’ on ’em
Got me feelin’ like I’m Rondo
Never broke again, like that boy
Quando Rondo
Tell that boy you play again
I’ma sin like pronto
Comin’ through the front, back, side
And the window
They think ’cause I signed, I’ma flop
I just beginned hoe
I’ma walk around with the .9
Just try again tho’
And I put that «Uhh, aye yuh» on the outro
I’ma put that burner on a nigga
Like a eye hole
They gave me two mil
But I think I need a lot
Gave my niggas them some meals
Now they eatin’ off a
?
Class in session nigga, I’ma teach ya’
Call Lil Nine the Pastor, off a bean
He wanna’ preach
CTRL, alt, backspace
He get delete
I think I’m gon’ hit a fucking mil
On this beat
Took me for a CD
But ion repeat
Say a nigga gotta see me
But not gon’ be me
I ain’ ever pass the tenth grade
As you can see
But I done made a big play
Blew up from A-Z
She blew me like a balloon
Mush mouth
Run off in ya’ house
And all the TVs, take ’em out
I know he ain’ gon tell
Ion even gotta doubt
If he eva’ in a situation
Then I’ma get ’em out
Ya’ know I gotta pistol somewhere
Can’t go without
These niggas think they takin’ me
Then we can bang it out
Sum like a water sprout
Tornado season, spin around
I got the bity bleeding
‘Cause they like what we about
These niggas playin’ recruiters
Got me mistaken for a scout
We tryna’ cop a shoota
That’s gon’ move around town
Water whippin ass shit
Somehow, a nigga drown
I got a stupid bag
Like my pockets, they too small
We gon’ pop alotta tags
Hit the mall and have a ball
Talm bout he crashed
Why that boy ain’ wreck the wall?
Oh, he copping deuces
Talkin’ about that extra draw
Fuck a nigga thinkin’
Bitch you want a bitter fall?
I’m campin’ in yo bushes
I’m just ready for that gunfire
I’m know thirty Jits, right now
Who just trynna’ slang iron
Wit them thirty dirty thirty poles
On a hang time
Snag-a-tooth tec, fully auto
And some land mines
Tell ’em, mind yo business
Stay in yours, and I got mine
My watcher, he reserve and observe
It’s like it’s gang time
Told her stay in her
Uhh, aye
Aye, yuh
Ayye
