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mr.ripoff - glokk40spaz lyrics

[intro]
hrr, brr, grr
whoa, whoa, mob
don’t play with him, yeah, bl
whoa, yeah (chapo)

[verse 1]
i call up diablo, bring that big ass ak
glock hit his ass up, could’ve been my sensei
young n*gga wanna be bandgang, but we gotta hit the four*way
took that n*gga b*tch, n*gga wasn’t hard like ese
n*gga try to come to the block, he a lame n*gga, no way
n*ggas said they wanna be mob, my capper said no way
i called babysolid, bring the choppa, that n*gga keep playing, let that gun play, whoa
you can go f*ck that b*tch, that ho not my main ho
stop playing all them games
n*gga, you a b*tch, when we caught him at the store, beat his ass, took his stain
in 2021, n*gga left me in that rain
n*gga ride with that glock, not playing no game
on gl, if a n*gga said he caught me lacking with no glock, that n*gga ass capping
n*gga, if i find you a rat, and you say you ain’t a rat, i’ma hit yo ass up with a glock, i ain’t rapping
boy, this on the mob, i ain’t ever thought about cuffing no ho, that ho get folded like napkin
with that glock, n*gga gon’ lay his ass down like a pallet
i could send a blitz right now, n*gga
sh*t gon’ be tragic, i leave that boy cripple
put him on a plate, say he food he get ate like a edible
where the wock’ at? f*ck n*gga, i don’t wanna eat them vegetables
glock was a b*tch, but i put a d*ck on, call that ho fruity pebble
that ho been getting f*cked, swear to god, she ain’t special
g19 and if any man look in the eyes of the devil
caught my opp lacking, man, i did that boy the worst way
hundred dollar fit get ripped off just like a band*aid
come f*ck that b*tch ’cause that sh*t smell like fish, i ain’t talking ’bout no jj
b*tch, she wanna f*ck bl cause she know we finna blow like grenade
just got the backend from the show, finna hit the godd*mn bank
whoa, oh, you wanna slide on the opps? send the tank, n*gga, let’s go
free [?], he caught a elbow
tried talking ’bout the mob, but that n*gga not my woe
and he said he a snitch, n*gga, now yo’ ass gone
and that sh*t cost a brick just to put that sh*t on
and that n*gga smoke loud, give a f*ck ’bout headphones
give a f*ck ’bout your show, man, that sh*t get po*po’d
and i think she the catfish, just take that ho home
n*gga doing all that dissing, gotta send his ass home
[outro]
home, send his ass home
who did that diss? gotta send his ass home

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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