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glock habit - bbg steppaa lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, bah, bah, bah
look
look, b*tch, i got a glock habit
b*tch, i got a glock habit (gang, ayy)
look, b*tch, i got a glock habit (ayy, ayy, ayy)
look, b*tch, i got a glock habit

[chorus]
dead opps, i hate ’em, i just roll ’em and i smoke, n*gga (smoke, n*gga, smoke)
ayy, g27 what i tote, n*gga (grrah, boom, grrah)
ayy, think i’m finna go get a scope, n*gga (ayy)
my n*ggas comin’ and they steppin’, i say, “go,” n*gga (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse]
look, this sh*t regular, don’t know n*ggas (nah, nah)
like, but we gon’ check him for that post, n*gga (for that post, n*gga)
ayy, watch how we stretch him, make a ghost figure (he gone)
and how they left him disrespectful like his bro, n*gga (grrah)
look, i told bro park the ride, pop out with fully, rip that n*gga chest (ayy)
i told bro on the live how we gon’ cook him, thinkin’ with his d*ck (ha)
he think i was lyin’, i guess that’s what they say about a crip (nah)
ayy, uh*uh, not this time (yeah), rock out and gеt to sprayin’ down his strip
uh*uh, not this live, don’t show no guns, the feds bе on our tip (uh)
look, to instagram, we just some dancers that could spit (split)
i hop behind his ride and get to blamin’ ’til it cl!ck (grrah, grrah)
don’t drive by on this side, gon’ show you how deadly this sh*t could get (gang)
got a b*tch for to setup homicides and one to setup robberies (set up robberies)
ayy, look, told that b*tch, “this how it gotta be” (this how it gotta be)
ayy (ayy), we gon’ catch him where his momma sleep (they get him)
or text him, you work at a telly, could get one prolly free (ayy, gang)
look, ayy, i think we got him (we got him)
walk inside, mask to the eye (grrah), cameras our only problem (yeah)
and we gotta get this guy, ain’t forgot ’bout who he shot at (shot)
ayy, look in his eye, stand over top, empty the glock at him (grrah)
[chorus]
dead opps, i hate ’em, i just roll ’em and i smoke, n*gga
ayy, g27 what i tote, n*gga (what i tote, n*gga)
ayy, think i’m finna go get a scope, n*gga (get a scope)
my n*ggas comin’ and they steppin’, i say, “go,” n*gga (then i say, “go,” n*gga)

[outro]
dead opps, i hate ’em, i just roll ’em and i smoke, n*gga
ayy, g27 what i tote, n*gga
ayy, think i’m finna go get a scope, n*gga
my n*ggas comin’ and they steppin’, i say, “go,” n*gga

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