Lyrics Yung Bans – 16 Glocks
Text:
Bugz on the beat
True story
2015
Can’t leave without it
16 with a Glock
Nigga, don’t pop
Show ’em how we rock
Show ’em how we rock
They know I’m a rockstar
Not a popstar
Sipping Wockhart
Fuck a cop car
Fuck the ops, for some drop
My chains to my rings cost a lot
Made it through the rain, can’t stop
Getting brain in a drop
Turn a nigga main to a thot
Team with the range, drop a lot
Niggas lame, think they hot
Fuck them pussy ass niggas, I said
Thot on me right now
Big chains on me, they getting heavy
Ok, nigga, you getting jealous
Clip in the bih’, let it rip off rip
Wock for a thot, now I’m sipping
These hundreds on me, they blue
They turn a nigga main into my mistress
Two yellow bitches
And they sending kisses
?
I do what I want, yeah that’s that rich shit
Nigga don’t get caught in the cross
16 with a Glock
Nigga, don’t pop
Show ’em how we rock
Show ’em how we rock
They know I’m a rockstar
Not a popstar
Sipping Wockhart
Fuck a cop car
Fuck the ops, for some drop
My chains to my rings cost a lot
Made it through the rain, can’t stop
Getting brain in a drop
Turn a nigga main to a thot
Team with the range, drop a lot
Niggas lame, think they hot