Lifers (feat. Key Glock, Foogiano & Ola Runt) (Explicit)

Lifers(feat. Key Glock, Foogiano & Ola Runt) (Explicit) - Gucci Mane/Ola Runt/Foogiano/Key Glock

Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Samuel Gloade/Markeyvius Cathey/Kwame Khalil Brown/Jaree Jalon Jackson Jr./Paul Beauregard

Key Glock/Gucci Mane/Lil Yachty：

30 you a motherf**kin' fool n***a

Glock

Huh

Yeah

Huh

Yeah yeah

Wop

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Gucci Mane：

I heard my buddy went out bad but I'm nothin' like my buddy 'nem

Well d**n

He went out sad it made me mad now I can't even f**k with him

Wow

Them suckers them what's up with them

I buck on them scuff up them Timbs

Petty hustles predators pressure them then they crumble them

Cripple n***a s**tbag wheelchairs I humble them

Bullets get to flippin' and fumblin' and tumblin'

"Gucci Mane hey let's jump him" nobody jumpin' him

No

One man two handguns that's what you up against

My right arm is so-called strong why is the muscle big

From whippin' d**e in my long-johns I made it jump again

I don't know where you from holme but you best come again

Ain't nobody sold more d**e than me but Mexicans

It's Gucci Wop

Key Glock：

Haha ayy I just broke my thumb again

Yeah I been runnin' up my money I can't run up out a win

Yup I was runnin' wild had to hold it down

My mom was in the pen'

And I still hold it down too my mama ain't raise no d**n fool

Yeah I'm Big Glock I do big s**t boy I ain't nothin' like you

I'm flexin' hard with my young black a*s and all my cash is blue

I pull up in the Rolls or Maybach and I'm just twenty-two

They like "How the f**k he get that" S**t I been gettin' to it

Trappin' and rappin' and makin' moves yeah b***h I been makin' moves

Yeah stuntin' too hard I had to play it cool

Mama told me them boys ain't cool

Glizock and Wizzop a terrible two

Yeah b***h we a terrible two

This watch right here cost a Lam' truck but

S**t I think I want a Lam' truck too

Foogiano/Key Glock：

S**t for real n***a

N***a ain't play with this one man

Nothin'

F**k you talkin' 'bout Mob

Yeah

Foogiano：

More money more problems

I don't give a f**k I keep a revolver

If you got a problem know I'ma solve 'em

Ain't heard 'bout me then n***a go search your browser

I was posted up on Joe Brown for real

We was robbers we wasn't workin' no deal

Smokin' gas that s**t be loud like Malia

N***as talkin' but they know what it is huh

I got them crooked rows

Crooked

And I got them shotguns

I got them gangster n***as and they got them big guns

I got them OGs yeah they ridin' with me and they gon' kill somethin'

And I got them Pirus b***h they ain't gon' spare nothin' nah

Ola Runt：

Plug just sent a text they in

Call my country boy they gone

1017 Ola we on

Sippin' Act' don't do Patrón

Chain said burr re-up make it disappear

On that Pimp C talkin' slurred

Pop a Perc' my vision blurry

My b***h petite

Patek Philippe

Hellcat motor in my Jeep

Talkin' bars I charge a fee

Took an '05 banger beat