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dee glokk - mr. fto lyrics

[intro]
ay, vro
ay, hold on my glock (don’t pass it to n0body)
a’ight
n+gga, long live treylynn (free d4) uh
(free [?], free [?])
let’s do it, let’s do it
(sanjay, you [?] on this)

[chorus]
i’m off them yerks right now, in the stu’ wit’ a big ass b+tton on the back of my glock
we like to crash, so when we see you, n+gga, it ain’t no reason to stop
goin’ two hundred in a brand new srt, still screamin’ “f+ck all my opps”
spinnin’ for trey, long live my slime, i did it for you, we goin’ to the top

[verse]
lookin’ like a l!ck, s+xy ass choc, lil n+gga, can’t forget, my pockets knots
surrounded by shooters, whole lotta’ young n+gga sh+t, if you reach, then yo’ ass gettin’ shot
tell ’em sell me a glock, yeah, my money good, next thing, then his ass got got
leave a n+gga [?], steady textin’ my phone tryna trade, ‘preciate it, a brand new glock
i got a glock, sh+t, lil’ bro ain’t got it, so i’mma pass it to lil’ bro
he get hit with this switch, he’ll start holdin’ his, uh, i bet a n+gga hit the floor
speakin’ on lil’ treylynn, pop up at ‘cha door, tried to run, the switch had got him, he slow
i remember lil’ trey made a n+gga get ghost, n+gga, hank ain’t livin’, go up on the score
jizzle, dead as dead, should’ve locked that door, where the f+ck is lil’ gunna? oh, n0body know
mm, got hit wit’ a switch, start holdin’ his sh+t, next second, lil bro’ hit the floor
i’m smokin’ on mizzle, he dead and a hoe, went out for a b+tch, n+gga, f+ck tevo
i call c+murda, he slidin’ for sure, guess fake percs k!ll, should’ve warned fazo
smoke nika, n+gga, come get up wit’ me, des died at a school, where the f+ck his glizzy?
now, nhg, eh+heheheh, boy, you n+ggas some real life b+tches
saysay tried to reach for a glock, ain’t go too well, now lil’ bro not livin’
pay got smoked by a cop, n+ggas lungs collapsed, and lil chop b+tch ass wasn’t [?]
the backdoor snake thought he was a slither, two died in one year, that’s a h+ll of a feelin’
yeah, we lost lil’ trey, but getback ain’t got no date, just chillin’, finna be a k!llin’
and this right here, on treylynn, by the end of this year, bet four of them young n+ggas feel it
think he a crash, wanna be a loose screw, run into me, and that screw, i’mma drill it
[?] wanna diss, been rappin’ since 2016, need to give that sh+t up
n+ggas go live on they block and leave, n+gga know not to stay, ’cause we f+ckin’ sh+t up
he think sh+t sweet, he tryna post on his block, get to hittin’, where the f+ck you gon’ duck?
and we don’t shoot out no car, hopped out, no mask, seen my face, he knew he was f+cked
[chorus]
but i’m off them yerks right now, in the stu’ wit’ a big ass b+tton on the back of my glock
we like to crash, so when we see you, n+gga, it ain’t no reason to stop
goin’ two hundred in a brand new srt, still screamin’ “f+ck all my opps”
spinnin’ for trey, long live my slime, i did it for you, we goin’ to the top, n+gga, long live treylynn

- dee glokk lyrics

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