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mr. fto - dee glokk lyrics

[intro]
ay, vro
ay, hold on my glock (don’t pass it to n0body)
a’ight
n*gga, long live treylynn (free d4) uh
(free [?], free [?])
let’s do it, let’s do it
(sanjay, you [?] on this)

[chorus]
i’m off them yerks right now, in the stu’ wit’ a big ass b*tton on the back of my glock
we like to crash, so when we see you, n*gga, it ain’t no reason to stop
goin’ two hundred in a brand new srt, still screamin’ “f*ck all my opps”
spinnin’ for trey, long live my slime, i did it for you, we goin’ to the top

[verse]
lookin’ like a l!ck, s*xy ass choc, lil n*gga, can’t forget, my pockets knots
surrounded by shooters, whole lotta’ young n*gga sh*t, if you reach, then yo’ ass gettin’ shot
tell ’em sell me a glock, yeah, my money good, next thing, then his ass got got
leave a n*gga [?], steady textin’ my phone tryna trade, ‘preciate it, a brand new glock
i got a glock, sh*t, lil’ bro ain’t got it, so i’mma pass it to lil’ bro
he get hit with this switch, he’ll start holdin’ his, uh, i bet a n*gga hit the floor
speakin’ on lil’ treylynn, pop up at ‘cha door, tried to run, the switch had got him, he slow
i remember lil’ trey made a n*gga get ghost, n*gga, hank ain’t livin’, go up on the score
jizzle, dead as dead, should’ve locked that door, where the f*ck is lil’ gunna? oh, n0body know
mm, got hit wit’ a switch, start holdin’ his sh*t, next second, lil bro’ hit the floor
i’m smokin’ on mizzle, he dead and a hoe, went out for a b*tch, n*gga, f*ck tevo
i call c*murda, he slidin’ for sure, guess fake percs k!ll, should’ve warned fazo
smoke nika, n*gga, come get up wit’ me, des died at a school, where the f*ck his glizzy?
now, nhg, eh*heheheh, boy, you n*ggas some real life b*tches
saysay tried to reach for a glock, ain’t go too well, now lil’ bro not livin’
pay got smoked by a cop, n*ggas lungs collapsed, and lil chop b*tch ass wasn’t [?]
the backdoor snake thought he was a slither, two died in one year, that’s a h*ll of a feelin’
yeah, we lost lil’ trey, but getback ain’t got no date, just chillin’, finna be a k!llin’
and this right here, on treylynn, by the end of this year, bet four of them young n*ggas feel it
think he a crash, wanna be a loose screw, run into me, and that screw, i’mma drill it
[?] wanna diss, been rappin’ since 2016, need to give that sh*t up
n*ggas go live on they block and leave, n*gga know not to stay, ’cause we f*ckin’ sh*t up
he think sh*t sweet, he tryna post on his block, get to hittin’, where the f*ck you gon’ duck?
and we don’t shoot out no car, hopped out, no mask, seen my face, he knew he was f*cked
[chorus]
but i’m off them yerks right now, in the stu’ wit’ a big ass b*tton on the back of my glock
we like to crash, so when we see you, n*gga, it ain’t no reason to stop
goin’ two hundred in a brand new srt, still screamin’ “f*ck all my opps”
spinnin’ for trey, long live my slime, i did it for you, we goin’ to the top, n*gga, long live treylynn

- dee glokk lyrics

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