Brian Nichols Songtext
von Glokk40Spaz

3.5 in this wood nigga
30 deep on your block like
Whats good witcha
If he want the smoke then my gang up roll him like a swisher
We pop at that boy ain′t no missing
Buss at that pussy boy, he got to glitching
Chop a head off, nigga run like chickens
I miss King 30, really miss lil crippin
Free Lil B I hate that you gotta miss Chr-
(ITS DJ GREN8DE)
I apply pressure with that blick huh
I apply pressure with that stick huh
Poppin at no damn kids huh
I'm on the beat with lil tired
And I′m tired of all of that pussy shit that they be talkin
I apply pressure with that blick huh
I apply pressure with that stick huh
Me and Keji totin, that pussy ass shit he be talkin
We pull up we taking his wallet
All of my pistols got that grip huh


Band Gang shit, go for nun bruh
I can fuck the bro bitch, Thas not my type
I be fucking rich bitches, Thas my life
No social media, put glocks out on Skype
The bih gon eat it up, the drip she gon bite
I wanna spoil her, I know she not mine
I be with niggas who lost some more niggas
And won't get them back
I fucked a bitch who done snitched on my partner
I don't want her back
When I was 15 I walked round my hood with no gyat
Them niggas be snitchin and bitchin
You know we can′t get into that
Bih got my Kel-Tec took
That′s the only thing I said really got my back
I be with real damn crooks, solo junkys be on crack
3.5 in this wood nigga
30 deep on your block like
Whats good witcha
If he want the smoke then my gang up roll him like a swisher
We pop at that boy ain't no missing
Buss at that pussy boy, he got to glitching
Chop a head off, nigga run like chickens
I miss King 30, really miss lil crippin
Free Lil B I hate that you gotta miss Christmas
Dumb ass bitch tried to distance us
Fan ass nigga wanna hang with us
Know you heard about BabyLife we tough
Police scared of us, they talm bout we dangerous
I shoot the Draco ain′t no gun powder
You know this shit angel dust
Pistol whip fuck nigga talking crazy
Niggas that's on us
I told my gang,
" We gotta watch who we hang around"
Convicted felon down the road for a pound
Face Street Gangsta, nigga y′all some clowns
Kick the trap down, with the bloodhounds
That bitch snaked me but I kinda miss her
Pay homage to the dead
Nigga ima be a tipper
Slap that bitch if she get out of line
Nigga ima pimp her
I hate the lesbians, why they do scissors
Pull out the Glock, bussin at his chicken gizzard
Lil ass fye, shawty tote them caterpillars
Fuck my judge, kill that hoe just like Brian Nichols
We can't make no deal ion even like pickles
I just popped a pill, everything make me giggle
I′m the real old soul, I can't be belittled
I'm still kinda tired, but I gotta get back to what I′m doin
I apply pressure with the drip huh
I apply pressure wit yo bitch huh
This not an entanglement,
I′m the one who fucked yo bitch she was choosin
Stop an opp out in these ricks huh
We ain't stun nun you a big punk
Kel pulled the drac out the damn trunk
Velli caught a case, that′s fucked up
Don't talk to police but that wasn′t us
Play with the MOB, running out of luck
Backwoods wraps and cream,
And this bitch stuffed
I had another dream, I was in a bluff
That bitch for the team, yeah she gon get fucked
I pull out the beam, yo ass better duck
Y'all niggas so pussy we do not rock stussy
I pull out that Glock and we buss him He gushy
I′m uppin my fye with precision don't shoot like no rookie
He try to bump me, we gon break like a cookie
Man this ain't no semi-auto this a fully
Real ass dog with a muzzle no bully
I wanna go up like I′m boomer and skully
And my figure be itching pussy boy don′t touch me
Don't touch me
Don′t touch me
She don't love me
Fell in love with that Glock 30
Man why the fuck you wanna hurt me
Why the fuck you wanna hurt me