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What They Said
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Huh
Fuck how I'm poppin', mm, huh (Fuck)
What the fuck them boys had said 'bout lil' Glokk, yeah I'm poppin' out
What the fuck them boys had said 'bout lil' Glokk, yeah I'm poppin' out
Big-ass cricket, it ain't no silencer, bitch don't make no sound
Pass that gnat bitch right that pound
Big-ass dog, this no Bloodhound
I ain't never had no cap and gown
I gotta take that bitch down now
So damn up, I don't know how
Shit gon' start gettin' rough, I doubt
Pull up wet that whip, they drown
Something like a pack, they run that route
I tell the nigga, better watch his mouth
Drugs in Cali', Glokk down south
With that mag, poppin' out
They get dragged, what they 'bout?
Two-tone Glock, this bitch already blew (Glocks)
Bust at a opp, you know how it do (Bust)
Put him in the pot, eat that boy like some soup
I got the drop, bet them boys better move
Came through the back, bet they didn't have a clue
I get him wrapped up, he'll be a fool
I send the blitz, they'll call up the troops
Yeah I'm a dog, bitch, I'm on the loose
Why the fuck these boys so scared?
BabyLife, that bitch catch air
I'm not gon' fight, I don't play fair
The drank got Sprite, why the fuck would I share?
Doing the tat-tat, just like a snare
I'm wit' that fuck shit, bitch don't step
Hit that lil' thot, I don't care
Been in that hotbox, say my prayers
Got them knocked off, they won't test
Made this chop shop with that Patek
Give me that top, give me that brain
Man that 'cat, this bitch swerve lanes
Get them racks, yeah, this Band Gang
Load up the chop, you know what I'm sayin'?
We at your necks, you not no gang
We done kicked his face, Bruce Wayne
I ain't gotta fake kick, no Liu Kang
Hardy stick, pull it out, who name?
With that pop off, I ain't playin'
Got that drop off, but I ain't stayin'
Get them rocked, better load that 'K
Codeine dreamin' but it down the drain
Nigga finna act when the price is named
Get that drip, I told lil' bro, "Where my six?"
I had money on top on hits now
Once I walked down on that quick
Mask on my face, slide through VIP
I'm young nigga, not no whip
Rental Glock, gotta know how it hits, huh
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