irl by lieu Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna pull up with that Glock
I'm gonna run up on his spot, and we gonna jugg all he got
I cannot fuck with no opps, we hit a lick on lil bro then run
He won't shoot shit with that gun
Juggin' his money, I don't care if it's all ones
I do not care 'bout that bitch no more
Talk about money, you get no more
We hit a jugg on that bitch, for sure
I put a cap in his brain, he get smoked
I cannot buy that bitch clothes
Why do you say you make money, you're broke?
Kick that bitch out, tell her go home
Sit by money and watch that shit grow
[Verse]
Glock 17 with a drum mag, talk about money, we on that
Cap in your brains, tell me you don't want that
I'm makin' money like Jame
I feel like Jame
I feel like Jame with that Glock with a scope
And I don't fuck with you, 'cause you strange
I got 100s all over the floor
[Chorus]
I'm makin' money, I don't stop, I'm gonna pull up with that Glock
I'm gonna run up on his spot, and we gonna jugg all he got
I cannot fuck with no opps, we hit a lick on lil bro then run
He won't shoot shit with that gun
Juggin' his money, I don't care if it's all ones
I do not care 'bout that bitch no more
Talk about money, you get no more
We hit a jugg on that bitch, for sure
I put a cap in his brain, he get smoked
I cannot buy that bitch clothes
Why do you say you make money, you're broke?
Kick that bitch out, tell her go home
Sit by money and watch that shit grow
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna pull up with that Glock
I'm gonna run up on his spot, and we gonna jugg all he got
I cannot fuck with no opps, we hit a lick on lil bro then run
He won't shoot shit with that gun
Juggin' his money, I don't care if it's all ones
Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna pull up with that Glock
I'm gonna run up on his spot, and we gonna jugg all he got
I cannot fuck with no opps, we hit a lick on lil bro then run
He won't shoot shit with that gun
Juggin' his money, I don't care if it's all ones
I do not care 'bout that bitch no more
Talk about money, you get no more
We hit a jugg on that bitch, for sure
I put a cap in his brain, he get smoked
I cannot buy that bitch clothes
Why do you say you make money, you're broke?
Kick that bitch out, tell her go home
Sit by money and watch that shit grow
[Verse]
Glock 17 with a drum mag, talk about money, we on that
Cap in your brains, tell me you don't want that
I'm makin' money like Jame
I feel like Jame
I feel like Jame with that Glock with a scope
And I don't fuck with you, 'cause you strange
I got 100s all over the floor
[Chorus]
I'm makin' money, I don't stop, I'm gonna pull up with that Glock
I'm gonna run up on his spot, and we gonna jugg all he got
I cannot fuck with no opps, we hit a lick on lil bro then run
He won't shoot shit with that gun
Juggin' his money, I don't care if it's all ones
I do not care 'bout that bitch no more
Talk about money, you get no more
We hit a jugg on that bitch, for sure
I put a cap in his brain, he get smoked
I cannot buy that bitch clothes
Why do you say you make money, you're broke?
Kick that bitch out, tell her go home
Sit by money and watch that shit grow
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna pull up with that Glock
I'm gonna run up on his spot, and we gonna jugg all he got
I cannot fuck with no opps, we hit a lick on lil bro then run
He won't shoot shit with that gun
Juggin' his money, I don't care if it's all ones