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Talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Nigga gon' keep sayin' this shit
You know, you already know what the fuck mobbin'
You see what I'm sayin'? (Tjriverss)
Yeah, yeah (
5Star
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Two for two, I'm goin' two for two
Robbed you last night, but I ain't know what I did to you
Zip full bands, I walked in trap with like hella blues
I'm on his ass, what the fuck? I can't let him loose
Tie his ass up in all black, do a weddin' suit
Baby Life vamp, we ain't scared, we got hella troops
Yeah, yeah, on God, yeah, start sayin'
Four-door Lambo' 'cause I really just hate the coupe
Get the fire up on the 10, heard you scared to shoot
Y'all catch a L every day, I catch W's
Pack his ass up, let him freeze just like Lunchables
Creep on him crazy, but I'm not the Huxtable
He's the backdoor, what the fuck I'm gon' trust him for?
Glock on me, nigga, need to flex your lil' muscle, bro
Hot as the summertime, fire got it hot as fuck
Sometimes your feelings, you gotta keep it bottled up
Fuck boy can't talk 'round the gang, speak for all of us
Jesus piece on my neck, bitch, I'm the holy one
Just for a substance 'cause I heard that you sold yourself
12 on your ass, boy, I told the boy focus up
Green as fuck, I heard the boy fucked a Locust—
Mobb shit, know I'm the cheat code
Catch a hat, he bald as fuck just like Neo
Singin'-ass nigga, you a bitch just like Niko
Keep throwin' gang signs up, fuck a RICO
All-white nigga, walkin' 'round with them kilos
Key line, nigga, shoot the boy like a free throw
He had appeal, but he snitch and he sing like a C-note
Rat-ass nigga need to get out the streets, though
She go both ways, but I ain't know she was down low
Mexican nigga got popped, you see rojo
You ain't got no stick in this bitch, what you here for?
My bitch say, "Yes" all the time, I don't hear, "No"
Don't play with Mobb, on the 10, you gon' feel Whoa
Walked up in Chase, get out scram with the state-sold
Come out to Texas, I'm comin' for they pesos
Yeah, yeah, bitch
Two for two, I'm goin' two for two
Robbed you last night, but I ain't know what I did to you
Zip full bands, I walked in trap with like hella blues
I'm on his ass, what the fuck? I can't let him loose
Tie his ass up in all black, do a weddin' suit
Baby Life vamp, we ain't scared, we got hella troops
Yeah, yeah, on God, yeah, start sayin'
Four-door Lambo' 'cause I really just hate the coupe
Get the fire up on the 10, heard you scared to shoot
Y'all catch a L every day, I catch W's
Pack his ass up, let him freeze just like Lunchables
Creep on him crazy, but I'm not the Huxtable
He's the backdoor, what the fuck I'm gon' trust him for?
I'm in Paris, nigga, I got that blick
They keep starin' at B Whoa, they get flipped
Like he stay in quickdraw, I pop straight off the hip
She never seen this type life, it's a glimpse
Rrr, they ride the bike like they do tricks
Half of weed sold and that motherfucker skimp
I took his bitch 'cause she know he's a wimp
Ha, lame-ass nigga
See what I'm sayin'? Catch up
BL
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