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gicc - fucked lyrics

[verse 1: gicc]
i got choppas we gon’ turn him to an enemy
i don’t f+ck with fake friends you not a friend of me
i’ve been sippin’ off the wok off the hennessy
i’ve been feelin f+ckin’ sick i need a remedy
it’s so f+cked, i’m so stuck
i can’t run, i’m so f+cked
outta luck, keep a gun
you keep actin’ like a lame you are my son
i just see it all the same i want it done

[verse 2: 1crusafix]
i won’t ever f+ckin’ switch up
call my phone, i’ll always pick up
b+tches saying that they miss us
don’t know what they f+ckin’ miss though
talkin’ sh+t, collect yo info
red dot on his head just like a lil symbol
i got glock inside of my pocket
my pistol charlie puth way that it pop sh+t
talkin’ ’bout cash, we switching the topic
he ain’t got bread, he talkin’ ’bout nonsensе
i got a glock he meeting this 5.6
i’m makin music they tell mе to drop it
i made a style and they tryna jock it
i got my brodie and he gonna chop it
[verse 3: akkiro]
want it done b+tch you know i want it done
b+tch i started makin’ millions now u know i’m #1
got a glocky with extendos, b+tch we shootin’ just for fun
pockets fat like peter griffin yeah you know they weight a ton
so how u do it like that, you really thought it could last
you gotta leave it behind, so put it in the past
you really f+cked up, i got it tucked a+ah
you outta luck ha+ah, but we don’t give a f+ck

- gicc lyrics

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