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glah glah - turtle b lyrics

[chorus]
hop out the v, n*gga, who you spot?
it better not be jay9 he gettin’ flocked
your moms gettin’ flocked on the fort, n*gga
and i think that i’m next on the list to get top
and [?] you next on my list to get flocked
you see this cartier, this a bussdown
that’s why she tryna f*ck me ‘cause this watch
grrah

[verse 1]
when i f*ck from the back she like “he wild”
she keep buggin’ me, what do she need now?
tris in my cup i’m addicted to lean now
i was broke now n*gga look at me now
the opps keep on dyin’ and losin’ they friends to gun violence i wonder how they feelin’ deep down
do a drill and we in and we out
thot b*tch on her knees to use her mouth
every shot that you cl!ck gotta count
catch a opp outta bounds and he won’t make it out
every day i smoke manni and rich by the ounce
n*ggas know what i do and they know what i’m ’bout
like, i came a long way, from them hallways so i hope that i’m makin’ you proud
i don’t shoot it from long range ‘cause i’m on that
i get up close and i’m hawkin’ him down
n*ggas be p*ssy, they be horsin’
spin through the sev’ and walk down do that often
rich got a hole in his head like a*
n*gga, rich got a hole in his head like a dolphin
next n*gga die ima spit in his coffin
mentionin’ jb, they must’ve lost it
we gon’ slide and catch ‘em while they drunk
dumb n*ggas die for bein’ alcoholics
grrah, grrah grrah
grrah, grrah
[verse 2]
n*ggas like usain, they some track stars
beam on his body, he will not get that far
bro watch that vehicle, it could be like three or four n*ggas that’s lurkin’ in that car
like, i’m in the jungle
like, i’m in the jungle like this not a [?]
brodie, driftin’, he think he in nascar
bro get the need for speed when he in fast cars
i get you shot if you think you gon’ act hard
the opps only two blocks away, they ain’t that far
penalty, dumbass, he had to go back yards
i told her suck my d*ck ‘til i get back hard
n*ggas that shot at me, they did bad
if that was me, n*gga, i would’ve packed y’all

[outro]
grrah, grrah grrah
n*gga, grrah, grrah
n*gga, grrah, grrah, boom
whoopty woo
amg, n*gga
be with them n*ggas that really step on sh*t

- turtle b lyrics

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