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Joker
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Ready?
Huh (Spaz, Spaz, Spaz)
Mob shit, yeah
Ain't talkin bout Glokk, you ain't talkin bout nothing, nigga
Frrt, huh (Dead serious)
Whoa
I got them Glocks, red tips
7.62, block get flipped (Frewh)
B-Woah pop a nigga right in the hip
Reload the Drac', pop a nigga like a zit
Eastside Meph' started hangin' in the bricks
Fuck I look like gettin' dipped by a flip?
Locked up, Burning time, just like a wick (Woah, yeah)
Yeah, I striked 'em off for a line (A line)
Strike the packs, send it to Sumo
30 locked up In the dope hole
He crippin', he crackin' for no ho
Big ass blick with the bubble
Armed robbery, slidin' in a stolo
Paid for thе pussy, all that bitch want was coke
Shit was so crazy, I thought it was a joke (Huh, yeah)
I thought it was a jokе (Yeah)
Pushin, Glock 19 on the boat (Yeah)
Catch the boy lackin' and blow
He can't hang with a rope
Yeah, I fuck her, she callin' me "Whoa"
$1500, put a tag on my toe
Five Off-White shoes, get a nigga gone
I get high with the Mob, I'm stoned
Can't come in there, they mad at B Whoa then I get the fuck from 'em
I just get the fuck 'cause I don't want no punish 'em
Only time I gave him eight for a honey bun
Slaughter house, I took her down in the dungeon
Nigga, stop playin' with the gunner
Back in the day I'd trip on his ass for nothin'
You know I'm spinnin' on somethin' (Brrt)
Yeah, know I'm tryna get that boy gone
Ok, I heard he was talkin' 'bout my mama (I heard)
Niggas better ask 'bout Von (Okay)
They don't want no pressure, we won
Straight from the suburbs, don't come to the slums (Don‘t come)
Take you out, have you pickin' up crumbs
Got them niggas with me and they young
Bitch with me, she fun
But you know I give her back to the Mob
I popped him like I'm playin' COD
we shoot at your door
Successful risk taker, I just wanna rob (I just wanna rob)
Catch that boy, time up, cut off his luck
Stop playin' games, stop playin' with Lil Glokk
I shoot like a
Thug life, promise you know that I'm rough
And you know it ain't nothin' just to get a nigga knocked
Yeah, nigga, I'll drop somethin' off (Whoa, yeah, yeah)
One in the head, yeah, the stick got a stock
He ain't gangsta, I know the plot
You ain't no stepper, that's what I thought
I got them Glocks, red tips
7.62, block get flipped (Frewh)
B-Woah pop a nigga right in the hip
Reload the Drac', pop a nigga like a zit
Eastside Meph' started hangin' in the bricks
Fuck I look like gettin' dipped by a flip?
Locked up, Burning time, just like a wick (Woah, yeah)
Yeah, I striked 'em off for a line (A line)
Strike the packs, send it to Sumo
30 locked up In the dope hole
He crippin', he crackin' for no ho
Big ass blick with the bubble
Armed robbery, slidin' in a stolo
Paid for the pussy, all that bitch want was coke
Shit was so crazy, I thought it was a joke (Huh, yeah)
I thought it was a joke (Yeah)
Pushin, Glock 19 on the boat (Yeah)
Catch the boy lackin' and blow
He can't hang with a rope
Yeah, I fuck her, she callin' me "Whoa"
$1500, put a tag on my toe
Five Off-White shoes, get a nigga gone
I get high with the Mob, I'm stoned
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