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oso wit a stikk - glokk40spaz lyrics

[intro]
—29th, some n*gga gon’ die
i’m talkin’ ’bout walk*down, we don’t do drive*bys
oh, you hang with b*tch n*ggas? not my kind
i’m oso with the stick, that 30 make ’em blind
huh, hrrrt, gang (gang)
babylife, n*gga (babylife, n*gga)
hrrrt (hrrrt)
yeah, f*ck a loose screw, i ain’t have none to begin with
yeah
[verse 1]
f*ck a loose screw, i ain’t have none to begin with
he said that the 15 a gen’, we gon’ blitz him
call up them vampires just to get rid of him
[?] get over here, we gon’ finish him
[?] beat his ass up, go replenish him
babylife spaz, know i’m wanted by many men
you want some smoke, n*gga, we can gеt it in
shoot at yo’ partner if you ain’t got no dead friends
can’t count on my partnеr, that’s benjamin
i just go buy some new gun to get rid of him
we catch his ass trippin’ and get all the dividends
pop a top, hop in the back of the suv mini*van
you know that lil’ glokk don’t even give a d*mn
we spin his block just like the ceiling fan
she suck on a young n*gga d*ck and she mexican
young n*gga shoot the face just like the pelicans
man, i got some sh*t that’ll take down an elephant
finna go to war, you gotta get ready, b*tch
hop out with sticks, p*ssy, don’t neglect sh*t
and you the type of n*gga to buy her a necklace
man, i’m the type to get some neck and forget sh*t
i’m tellin’ ya, august 29th, some n*gga gon’ die
i’m talkin’ ’bout walk*down, we don’t do drive*bys
oh, you hang with b*tch n*ggas? not my kind
i’m oso with the stick, that 30 make ’em blind
empty out yo’ pocket, takin’ back what’s mine
ain’t no pocket rocket, this gon’ f*ck his mind
if i really want yo’ head, i’m takin’ my time
we creep through the bushes, lookin’ through the blinds
you wan’ beef ’bout the b*tch that ain’t even yours or mine
lil’ boy itchin’ finger, they gon’ pull that fye
[verse 2]
hm, glock in my hand, will you take this dance?
b*tch, i’m a real thug, i don’t know romance
we sendin’ them slugs, catch one in his ass
we pull up to the n*gga spot like i’m doordash
kick the b*tch out the trap, she ain’t shake no ass
this baby ass clip, p*ssy, this a .30 mag’
huh, we ain’t waitin’ for yo’ ass, n*gga, we gon’ blow past, huh
i’m chasing my dream, n*gga, f*ck that class
they come to this hood, they yellin’ out, “get spaz”
they know i’m the young n*gga up the fire, handle that
babylife caught him lackin’, he won’t get back
he said he gon’ take us off, that sh*t sound mismatched, huh
don’t run up on none of us, man, please don’t do that
unidentified n*gga screamin’ out like, “who that?”
i don’t f*ck with rap n*ggas ’cause they weird as f*ck, huh
this 7.62 ’bout as big as a hockey puck
gelato 41, this blunt got me f*cked up
shoot at your car, you n*ggas turn to dust
you ain’t pop your gun, n*gga, then what’s up?
man, i wish you would, n*gga, you’ll be dust
give a f*ck where i’m at, i’m dumping out them guts
had one of these n*ggas come and shot ’em up
hit him; my shot, n*gga, that ain’t luck
these weapons and drugs don’t come with no love
protecting my partners, i wanna see dubs

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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