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glockboy bobo - come get yo stick back lyrics

[intro]
you miss me?
h+ll nah, i need some head
sh+t (they got wooskii on the mix)
you gon’ give me some head?
is you gon’ give me some head? the f+ck?
nope
everybody on that car, if we see tints, might get to shootin’ (brrt)
why is you in my face? you just was broke, ho, why you choosin’?
i’m so lit, so they gon’ diss of course, that’s why they losin’
labels tryna sn+tch me, i don’t wanna take sh+t, though, i’m just boolin’ (boolin’)
[chorus]
i just jumped his gate, come get your stick back (come get your stick back)
i don’t give no f+ck who got ups on me, i bet i bl!ck back (i bet i bl!ck back)
took his b+tch, she fell in love with me now, so he can’t hit that (no, hе can’t hit that)
your brother died, you ain’t slide not onе time, go get your l!ck back
i ain’t got no type, i ain’t gon’ lie, me and foenem dog hoes (you know we dog hoes)
he f+cked, i f+cked, then bro f+cked, basically, we ball hoes
switch up on my glock, so when it burst, he gon’ catch all those (grrt)
used to be a gangster and then he told, what you call those?

[verse]
if i up my bl!ck, doc up too, he might shoot, though (but he might blam)
why you tell jania you cut me off? b+tch, i let you go (b+tch, stop cap)
i’m the hottest comin’ out the ‘raq right now, they knew, though (they knew that)
i understand you say you was with your b+tch, i would’ve blew, though
yeah, he did pop out that cut, but he missed
caught a body and beat it in the trenches, that sh+t ain’t stick (that sh+t ain’t stick)
who off+limits? that sh+t dead, they took my brodie out this sh+t (let’s do it)
switch the whips when we go drill, leave the hot car, then we dip (skrrt)
i ain’t sign no deal, but when i do, i’m pullin’ up lam’ truck (we pull up lam’ truck)
he said we wouldn’t slide and now he, uh, that lil’ boy dead, uh (that n+gga what?)
they don’t believe that sh+t, man, they just rap, talkin’ ’bout they scared us (n+ggas ain’t scared sh+t)
let me troll, i won’t respond no more, they tryna fed us
sent his ass up top to greet him, said he miss his dog (he miss him)
i don’t got no time for n+ggas, i really play ball (let’s do it)
like my hoes short and thick, think i f+cked one b+tch too tall
she say she been work, been in the trenches, i ain’t even call (i ain’t even call)
clay was tryna go spin before i popped out, uh+uh, scoot over (scoot over)
f+cked his bop and i ain’t even use no condom, slide way bogus (i’m slide way bogus)
put my best friend on my opp, think with his d+ck, just get him close (ooh)
can’t go to jail no more, i risk it all sometimes, but i be focused (you know that)
dissin’ on the ‘net, he ain’t get smoked, but he got shot (but he got shot)
i get active and i rap and still be on my block
how you mad ’cause i be f+ckin’ like that lil’ b+tch ain’t no thot? (goofy)
threw his life away, don’t play with me, bro, i put sh+t on spot (ayy)
[chorus]
i just jumped his gate, come get your stick back (come get your stick back)
i don’t give no f+ck who got ups on me, i bet i bl!ck back (brr)
took his b+tch, she fell in love with me now, so he can’t hit that (no, he can’t hit that)
your brother died, you ain’t slide not one time, go get your l!ck back
i ain’t got no type, i ain’t gon’ lie, me and foenem dog hoes
he f+cked, i f+cked, then bro f+cked, basically, we ball hoes
switch up on my glock, so when it burst, he gon’ catch all those (gon’ catch all those)
used to be a gangster and then he told, what you call those? (what you call those?)

[outro]
ayy

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