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call my bluff - glockboy bobo lyrics

[intro]
grrr
(dj mil*ticket)
(they got wooskii on the mix)
(unknown, drop that sh*t)
go, go

[verse 1]
get your trollin’*ass on timeout, you ain’t like that, you was on my d*ck
i can name plenty nights we was out, you ain’t spin with us, we slidin’ with sticks
long live doc, i miss you, broski, i ain’t gon’ lie, sh*t got me sick
once i get the drop on the last n*gga, i’ma go handle him with this nick’
love my mama mama, she pray for me, know i ride with switches
once i hit, it’s hard to let go, sh*t, i put d*ck in b*tches
i just bossed my new boo up, bottega, and i bought givenchy
sh*t be crazy, you’ll give a n*gga your last and they still’ll envy you
pull up on they block, they yell out, “no,” sh*t, it’s shots fired
arps, mini micro dracs, we got the cop kind
ask her when we gon’ link, she said when i take her out, i ain’t got time
i just wanted the neck, then i was gon’ leave, ’cause, b*tch, you not mine
thought i was loafin’, let off twenty, made they b*tch ass detour
ko on his way tonight, feel like can’t wait to f*ck the streets up
next time, buy the swap for a swipe or pipe, we don’t do link*ups
feel like tryna be sl!ck gon’ get you k!lled, we don’t do stick*ups

[chorus]
asked me why he can’t come back around, he can, but, sh*t, he gon’ get touched
drop a lo’ in the city if you want to, bet i spin that, call my bluff
act like you mad at me on the ‘net like i can’t pull right up and f*ck
my k!llers k!ll for real, just give ’em a couple skis, don’t want too much
play with any n*gga on my block, i bet i paint this f*ckin’ city
i like b*tches that like b*tches, eat some p*ssy, suck some titty
like a bug, i told ’em nah, he jumped in a fifty and dumped a fifty
that’s my brother, i gotta go spin if he go spin, but i wasn’t with it
[verse 2]
i’m like it’s kinda dumb, but f*ck it, once he tossed, i dumped the drac’
she don’t even share my songs no more since dude been home, btu f*ck it, bae
i don’t even want his b*tch, if i did, know she’d still let me f*ck her face
put him on square a last week, pr*nounced his ass as doa
out here wildin’, id him, then check on my brodie until it’s time
we ain’t gon’ claim that sh*t, but know we did that sh*t, we gave ’em signs
mad as f*ck i lost my dog, he lied to me, said he wasn’t dyin’
n*gga better pray to god i miss when i come spin with this two*nine
put your glock in the air if you got one, wanna see all sticks
my lil’ baby glocks like bebe kids, man, they all’ll blitz
woody gone, ain’t no turnin’ back, lil’ boy, i’ma put my all in this
wanna beef over a b*tch, it’s crazy to me knowin’ i’m still ballin’ this
i was in love with a b*tch, she hurt my feelings, i ain’t been the same since
i ain’t finna drop my lo’ to none of you hoes, i don’t even trust a b*tch
alley*oop who? i don’t even play like that knowin’ i be slimin’ sh*t
b*tch think we finna lay up and cuddle, get the neck, then i’ma disown a b*tch
think everybody out to get me, i don’t wanna link, they think i’m tweety
call me hollywood from this rap sh*t, naw, lil’ bruh, i done k!lled some people
show my lil’ bro how to jump gates and catch a b, they think i’m teachin’
ain’t spit in your mouth, then you ain’t my type, on nasty sh*t, i like ’em freaky
i got steppers all on the low, just facetimed law, they was in a hot dog
told her show me her mychart ‘fore i stick it in and just raw dog
i be ready to slime some sh*t out when it’s that time, ain’t even gon’ call y’all
b*tches be on the ‘net like they ain’t gettin’ stretched, lil’ bronem balled y’all
[chorus]
fat asked me why he can’t come back around, he can, but, sh*t, he gon’ get touched
drop a lo’ in the city if you want to, bet i spin that, call my bluff
act like you mad at me on the ‘net like i can’t pull right up and f*ck
my k!llers k!ll for real, just give ’em a couple skis, don’t want too much
play with any n*gga on my block, i bet i paint this f*ckin’ city
i like b*tches that like b*tches, eat some p*ssy, suck some titty
like a bug, i told ’em nah, he jumped in a fifty and dumped a fifty
that’s my brother, i gotta go spin if he go spin, but i wasn’t with it (go, go)

[outro]
go, go, go, go
go, go, go

- glockboy bobo lyrics

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