RAMIREZ – Van Glock lyrics

[Intro]
Zane

[Verse 1: Boobie Lootaveli]
Every step color coordinated when I walk inside the room
Hopped up out another whatchu call it?
And it going zoom
Venice and a Harry Potter book but I be totin' brooms
I know why you wanna hate, you got nothing else to do
Rifle with a scope so I see a fuckboy with a view
30 stickin on my Trues
Sorry I ain't have a clue
Do my money dance
Peel the gas, you see me sliding through
If you thought that it was safe, pussy boy we watching you

[Verse 2: Ramirez]
I got a scope
I got a scope
I got a scope, aye
Bitch, I will shoot ya
I smoked the pope
I smoked the pope
I smoked the pope
That hailing Medusa
Fuck out the way, banana will spray
Dogging the choppa the deadly array
Off of the ye, sippin kool-aid
Fuck a bitch shit with that knife and that nade
Aye, aye let’s go, hit the sto'
I need drank to sip some mo'
Right before, we hit the sto'
Bitch don’t touch my Gucci coat
Bitch, you broke
Yeah, you short
Middle finger to the pope
Check the dope, peep the flow
Paint your bitch ass like Van Gogh


[Verse 3: Boobie Lootaveli]
I guess it’s simulation glitch
Stupid thot cuz I got rich
Lotta ass up on my bitch
Bought a Patek for my dick
Stack my money to the ceiling
Then I do that shit again
Two Glocks and they matching
So I call them bitches, "twenty twins"

[Verse 4: Ramirez]
What’s the play?
Posted at the trap house playin on 2K
Keep the K
Just in case them fuckboys try to slide my way
Double Ks
Take the police on the e-way for a chase
Disobey and I promise yo punk ass can’t evade (aye)

[Verse 5: Boobie Lootaveli]
Watch how you touch me, these fibers are delicate
Bitch on some etiquette, suck on my elephant
I am surrounded by guns like the president
Police they try to roll me for embezzlement
I got a stick n a K wit that 50, the drum lookin like it was flashin a titty
I’m breakin a pound while I’m makin a quarter
Pull up wit gorillas you lookin for cover


[Verse 6: Ramirez]
Boobie the driver and bitch I’m the shoota
I’m holdin the Choppa and Boobie the Ruger
I kick in your door with a two ton bazooka
I blow your shit back while I’m blowin the tooka
Money so long that I expand the ruler
Diamonds is drippin, shout out to my jeweler
Spittin is pimpin the product I’m whippin
I break up a bundle and sell to consumers