cant be fr - yvngxchris & glokk40spaz lyrics
[pre*chorus] yvngchris
in the stu’ posted with zaysk!llz
give him bullets now he can’t feel
he in the club throwin’ racks, pay yo’ bills, my n*gga, you can’t be for real
thought i was the one, i’m not that
yeah, i be that rappin’ n*gga on that clock app
you can say whatever, but i’m k!llin’ shows, why you clock in where yo’ job at?
ha, sad than a b*tch
and she said “slow down”, girl, you know this h*llcat fast than a b*tch
shawty used to a f*ckin’ nissan, she ain’t know this nascar got a drift
that b*tch go, “rrrrrr”
pullin’ up to saks fifth
blunt in rotation, and it’s backwood wrapped, b*tch
[chorus] yvngchris
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
why the f*ck did the n*gga gun jammed us up
dropped weed on her, told her to pick it up
who’s him if i really isn’t, bruh?
this ho i just [?], told her to l!ck it up
mask and a glock extended, give it up
i don’t take the disrespect, lil’ p*ssy, what’s up?
you the type of n*gga to get robbed from the plug
[verse] glokk40spaz
got the gen 5 when i pop out the cut
lil’ glokk don’t do the gen 4, n*gga gon’ mask the f*ck up
i fell in love with the ak, lil’ glokk ain’t put up
talkin’ crazy ‘bout the vamp, spin the block like a noodle
disappear, whack his ass with a d*mn glock, i do voodoo
banana clip on the stick, can’t get side with a ruler (bl)
yeah, he talkin’ crazy, remove him
n*gga ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a edit
i’m havin’ choppas and all type of dp’s when i’m in the city, lil’ n*gga, come get it
i’m with diablo, i go by young pablo, man, look at the size of this 50
knock his b*tch ass off (ay, come here)
f*ckin’ wish list
we’ll make him his christmas
he don’t got no bl!cky, that f*ck n*gga silly
we spin they block so many times, they get dizzy
yo’ b*tch with the vampire, that ho got jiggy
she said she got 9 lives, she show her kitty
i whack his ass for more than double digits
he said we gotta take him off, but that’s no biggie
i had to get it how i live, now they treat me like the villain
[chorus] yvngchris
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
why the f*ck did the n*gga gun jammed us up
dropped weed on her, told her to pick it up
who’s him if i really isn’t, bruh?
this ho i just [?], told her to l!ck it up
mask and a glock extended, give it up
i don’t take the disrespect, lil’ p*ssy, what’s up?
you the type of n*gga to get robbed from the plug
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