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dusty locane & 3kizzy - glocc-coma lyrics

[intro: dusty locane & 3kizzy]
did that sh+t to yourself
know you wit’ the gang
(you’re gonna need some water for this one)
rrrr, rrrr
double m, double m
fever!
look, look

[chorus: 3kizzy]
new h+llcat, i push the motor
lil’ baddie told me control her
and i’m still uppin’ the flame, and tuckin’ that thing, we throw the hands, geronimo
it’s over, it’s over, .40+cal glocc+coma
talk on the gang, n+gga, we expose you
they like, “3kizzy, yeah, run ’em over”
these b+tches be runnin’, and trippin’, and talkin’, and slippin’, but i ain’t never gon’ chase ’em
and me, i been runnin’ the businеss and talkin’ in digits like i ain’t never need a trainеr
he a troll, he a fake, f+ck the pigs and the jakes
[?] sum’n like the grim reaper, then we cut the lights [?]

[verse 1: 3kizzy]
score from deep like i play for the lakers
free ralo, free young 30
real risk takers, ralo is flippin’ the pages
n+ggas soften up, i ain’t race all the hatin’
oh, they run down, think it’s sweet? new—(cl!ck) came wit’ the laser
n+ggas think they gon’ get me? shot through the wall like sh+t is the matrix
don’t talk on gang, 5.7 through his brain, look like spaghetti lo mein
n+ggas just do this for fame, i do this for benji’s and blues in the face
when you talk on the five, you know that we tact’
n+ggas be talkin’, we know that they rat
call up locane, we blitz through the back
pistol, fn, he get [?] in the trap
n+ggas know 3kizzy, man on a mission
any situation, i’m uppin’ and cl!ckin’
roll through the hood, totin’ on a smith’n
n+ggas know the gang, n+ggas know the business
mama told me, “stay safe,” boy, you know a n+gga not trippin’ ’cause she know i’m dangerous
rollin’ down our one way, let a gun play, know my shooter k!llers outrageous

[chorus: 3kizzy]
new h+llcat, i push the motor
lil’ baddie told me control her
and i’m still uppin’ the flame, and tuckin’ that thing, we throw the hands, geronimo
it’s over, it’s over, .40+cal glocc+coma
talk on the gang, n+gga, we expose you
they like, “3kizzy, yeah, run ’em over”
these b+tches be runnin’, and trippin’, and talkin’, and slippin’, but i ain’t never gon’ chase ’em
and me, i been runnin’ the business and talkin’ in digits like i ain’t never need a trainer
he a troll, he a fake, f+ck the pigs and the jakes
[?] sum’n like the grim reaper, then we cut the lights [?]

[verse 2: dusty locane]
i can’t jack these n+ggas, they be fake
all up in a n+gga face
tryna take food off my plate
i was walkin’ this race, had to pick up the pace
if they put a bag on my head, you will never get paid
i got k!llers that’s juggin’ and robbin’
outside, late night, they some goblins
we gon’ spin if we got the lo’
.40 hit him, he strikin’ a pole
pocket rocket, i’m gettin’ up close
was frontin’ on gang, now he gettin’ exposed
nine millimeter, kel+tec
that boy been in the dirt, where you been at?
if we miss on a drill, then we spin back
extortin’ the opps, had to milk that
glocc+coma, reach for the chain, lil’ n+gga, it’s over
bad b+tch, yeah, she mocha, bust down cuban, put it in a choker
poker, poker, face while we on the stage
he wanna play, send him to his grave, .40+cal took that boy away
[chorus: 3kizzy]
new h+llcat, i push the motor
lil’ baddie told me control her
and i’m still uppin’ the flame, and tuckin’ that thing, we throw the hands, geronimo
it’s over, it’s over, .40+cal glocc+coma
talk on the gang, n+gga, we expose you
they like, “3kizzy, yeah, run ’em over”
these b+tches be runnin’, and trippin’, and talkin’, and slippin’, but i ain’t never gon’ chase ’em
and me, i been runnin’ the business and talkin’ in digits like i ain’t never need a trainer
he a troll, he a fake, f+ck the pigs and the jakes
[?] sum’n like the grim reaper, then we cut the lights [?]

- dusty locane 3kizzy lyrics

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