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glockboilom - skimask lyrics

i had to work hard for this sh-t i was doing
yo that’s yo man i don’t like how he moving
if i got the dog and we slide imma shoot it
he said he got guns he gone blow n—- prove it
glock ain’t gone shoot
he gotta be stupid
i really got guns like the navy the way i be sliding the opps yeh they hate me
quick shot with the block because it got no safety uh
my shooters in philly like meek mill
yo b—- want to suck on my d— still
put bread on yo head you get k!lled for a cheap deal
these n—- ain’t shooting for real
you better run if i pop that pill
if i see the opp go head add me the k!ll
my man out in d.c he told me to k!ll moe
spin like the f— did you k!ll for
run through his back door no tip toe
i don’t got the dog see his jaw imm break it
trap out the country give pounds to haitian
when i got the glock i don’t miss with the laser
f— is you saying if it ain’t bout no paper
my shooters got dreads like them n-ggas jamaican
flaaa set up a funeral arrangement
back door the plug n-gga thought i was bluffing
chill glock
bro you be lunching
s— f— it
s— it get hard when you work for the junkies
these n-ggas don’t trap that boy ain’t got no money
i live in the jungle like in jumanji
i know some shooters don’t care bout no homies
that n-gga he bluffin he don’t got no body’s
he a no body
i’m in the car with like four thotties
how you be lacking with no shotty
walk in the party with 2 glockies
i think i’m the back door master
f—— on shorty like please go faster
that boy don’t want smoke i call no answer
put the glock to his head make strip like a dancer
you said that you real but you ratted yo mans out
these n-gga be hot go head bring him a fan out
i got a plan let me see how it plan out
bussing the glock till it jam out
what the f— now
slide on his block oh s— get down
creep wit the glock tip toe no sound
them n—– don’t trap don’t touch no pounds
d-mn i’m off the head with it
slide with the glock off his head with it
these n—– ain’t s— ain’t no bread winners
uhh i had to work hard for this s— i was doing
yo that’s man i don’t like how he moving
if i got the dog and we slide imma shoot it
he said he got guns he gon blow n—- prove it
glock ain’t go shoot he gotta be stupid
i really got guns like the navy
the way i be sliding the opps yeh they hate me uh

- glockboilom lyrics

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