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Artist: Glokk40Spaz Album: Baby Whoa Category: Hip Hop
(I love DJ GREN8DE)

Huh, I been living my life
Hit that boy with that 7.62, now he traumatized
You ain't never been in the skreet, how long is you gon' live that lie?
Sumo Seven, I do this true, nigga I could fly
Nigga play my gang, on God Imma take that drive
I'm with some Bloods throwin' big Bs in this bee hive
Call that hoe Lil Boat, she get fucked one night
Glock-17, can't pull up with [?]
All different types of bean, niggas ain't shootin' at the sky
We got all different types of lean, Wock or Tris tonight?
Imma go all in for them all, nigga that's on God
Nigga wanna ride the wave but nigga we not Rod
15 bands for that lick, nigga, Imma do that job
I go twice bout my gang, nigga, I doubled down with them fye
Know my Woah pushin' up with 30-mags and 50-round drums
I ain't gotta call my capital, come getcha wummadone
Nigga keep poppin that goddamn shit on the ground, fuck nigga watch yo tone
Glock got a whole 30-mag and this bitch don't jam, nigga gon' shoot at yo lung
Ion' even think I ever stop gangbangin'
Huh, this shit not no gang, nigga this the mobb, nigga I'm jus I'm jus sayin'
Woke up thinkin' bout Sumo and B, I popped a xan
Before Sumo, he got locked up, how you tell me he need land?
I do oxys, I pop perkys, I sell meth like Breaking Bad
Fuck with that bih, when I'm in New York, I don't call a uber, I call her a cab
I ain't get to see you cop a fake before I got locked in there, damn
Me and B jus' posed to be rockin' that show, nigga I'm like damn
Baby I broke her heart, can I fuck one time, baby I'm jus' sayin'
We fuck bitches that we see on TV, look like Gina and Pam
It be so many times, I be thinking 'bout death
I could talk some' sexy to that dumbass bitch, but I'd waste my breath
Turn yo lights down, lean back, roll that window down
Let dat bih go, call da sherrif catchers how we shoot up houses, nigga
I'm just teachin' lessons, if you in dat mob shit, catch yo man it ain't no pressure
You know we do that job cool, we catch that boy and then we flip him
I throw money on dem hoes but nigga, we can't fuck no stripper
Spendin' like fifty on her toes, nigga, just to bless 'em
I told gang don't give me no DP for these xans, I just be stressin'
I don't care if I die, I just wanna go to heaven
Nigga, talkin' bout the mob, that's on God, we can't spend him
Do that job, flip his block, catch his ass, we gon' whack him
Rice skreet, can't go back, nigga, I was so damn restless
I was so damn helpless
My gang gave me bands and dat bih took dat
Shawty, I know where you live, I can get on dat
You think I'm stuck in the crib but I finessed dat
Huh, I jus might come and love you
Fuck that, bitch pull up, I'm tryna fuck you
Fuck that, did you less, I'm tryna slut dat
Put his drip on [?]
We can't get along with fuck niggas, I ain't known dat
Can't pull out that stick, nigga got a bad back
Valley had that XD, now that Glock attached
I put that fye just like hrrrr
You like a eastside jake, you don't make no noise
My Woah told me you gotta go it's not my choice
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