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Woah (Squat made the beat) Woah (Go Grizz) Uh Uh Let's go Those my boys Kutta and Grizz on this motherfucker, I'm finna fuck 'em (Kutta, cut that shit up, man) Uh Woah Pack a heat, but now cousin be sinnin' Swervin' in traffic, all guns automatic Just let an opp slide, I'ma shoot out the window Gangster lil' bitch, she put in the blender Then after that, I go buy her a vender Heard the boy died for the pussy, he tempted I bend to go get her, I used to sell bags out a rental (Toe tag) He talkin' too much, had to kill him (Wockhardt) Exotic my cup and my liver Bitch, I'm the man on my side like I'm Flippa I walk in the mall with them racks in my denim Had to stop poppin' them bars, I was goin' too hard, poppin' Addy to boost up my mental Gotta get high, too much on my mental I'm everywhere with that fire like a candle SongtexteYoungins on go, they gon' play when I send 'em Double back, spin again, make sure they get it My bitch, she bad, ain't nothin' like Kylie Jenner I hop on the beat, walk it down with a will This rappin' shit easy, I make it look simple I was born in this shit, so I'm not a beginner Pray to the Lord 'cause I know I'm a sinner Hop out with four choppers like we ridin' Sprinter Now I'm back on the road, on the Sprinter with killer We poppin' Percs back-to-back like they Skittles Not at my opp 'cause he laid down in pillow I ain't signin', no, burnin' this fire, I might zip (Toe tag) Yeah, Glizock the name and I know you remember (Yeah) Tool on my side just like Bob the Builder Uh, hop on the beat and I float like a river (Shh) Reach for these rocks, you get popped like a jigga (Bah) Put a hole in his face like a dental (Uh) Middle fingers up, yeah, to the system (Fuck 'em) If you don't know me, just call me Mr. (Glock) Blue diamonds, it look like a blitz (Uh) I'ma slice, you know I been official (Yeah) Blow the pistol just like it's a whistle (Phew) Pull that nina out and let you kiss it (Mwah) I get money, it helps my mental Twelve whips to slide in the winter Same nigga on that North, Insta' (Wow) Two-tone FN came with missile (Wow, bah) Still gangbangin' with these millions (Bah) Yellow diamonds on me goin' crazy like Yao Ming They call me Glock and I make you feel it (Bah) Chillin' with Scarr, tryna make another million I'm rich as fuck, still toe tag niggas Huh On God Yeah You dig? Aus Songtexte Mania