on 1 - glokk40spaz lyrics
[intro]
(king)
(tired, is that you?)
yeah, mhm, hrr, hrr, hrr, hrr, hm, young n*gga*, hm, hm
[verse]
whole gang locked up, young n*gga trappin’
you don’t got it, i won’t hit no l!ck with that gat
wasabi, we flip that boy, pop at his back
young n*gga pop out with “grr”, it aim at his “grr”
f*ck mobbin’ n*gga, he talkin’ ‘bout “what’s good?”
i f*cked her and did her bad just like i should
i’d hitman to get his ass back but he would
talkin’ crazy on the ‘gram, flatjack the whole hood
oh sh*t, you told me, “don’t take him off”, man, i misunderstood
if i could just f*ck for one night then break that ho off, man, i would
100 bands in the safe, let’s go hit the juug
kay caught another k
we need to mask the f*ck up
i’ll let that sticky finger sh*t, n*gga, you need to back the f*ck up
that b*tch said she love me, ha*ha*ha, that sh*t made me crack the f*ck up
i’ma just sip on that wock’ and run the dope up
slime that boy bad, you could just call a cobra
i’m twice, but diss on the mob, i’m on onе
me and velly take him through thе swamp just like a ogre
for my gang, i’m going out [?], ain’t talkin’ poker
hm, caught that boy and did a double homicide
n*gga, you scary
i know that you ain’t gon’ ride
yo’ ass believe in the fairies, you got the wrong guy
i get the [?], you know i’m on nine
“why them black b*tches on my video?”, you know they both mine
i turn on that switch just like a light bulb, i pull out that glock, he get blind
76, mob sh*t, until a glock die
white b*tch from [?] gon’ set yo ass up, all that ho want is a line
i hit a l!ck on the eastside way before i shot the vid’ with 2wo2imes
she said make time for her, bih’ got me f*cked up ‘cause i can’t even really make mine
huh, i ain’t got time for no b*tch
i only got time for makin’ money and hit l!cks
i do not got time, you gon’ had f*ck with me, the f*ck my clique
i only got time for puttin’ brolls in my pocket
and n*gga, you say you come outside with no fye, n*gga, stop it
don’t think about pullin’ that sh*t, shawty, drop it
we smokin’ tavon ‘til i’m higher than rocket
you flex with that gun on the ‘gram, but you will not pop it
huh, i talked to phat the other day, he like, “what the f*ck poppin’?”
pulled out the glock the other day on a f*ck n*gga drivin’
she tried to f*ck the whole d*mn gang, that lil’ ho [?]
when i swing that dope, you know i’ma let that stick hang
me and kay don’t really do talkin’
we at the high table with no motherf*ckin’ office
she said she don’t wanna f*ck because i’m c*cky
you ain’t good for none’, b*tch, but that sloppy toppy
you ain’t gon’ pull out that stick for none’, why you gon’ post it?, just pop it
you n*ggas be workin’ with twelve, heard that walkie*talkie
paranoid as the f*ck, can’t go nowhere without my glocky
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