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glockboy bobo - no auto blow lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
go, go
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
all that ig bappin’, we up all our opps, now slide back (slide back)
even when y’all slid and let off a couple shots, we fired back (grrr)
we get close up on him, walk up face his ass, no drive+by (we ain’t doin’ no drive+by)
i don’t even troll my opps, they know what i did in the streets, now gon’ lie (now gon’ lie)
d+mn near crashed out, f+cked me up that night i drunk that lean (ouuu)
yeah, you fine boo but, how you don’t suck no d+ck, but want celinе? (but want celine, b+tch)
200 on the dash, who thе f+ck gon’ stop for twelve, we gon’ speed (skrrtt)
heard that sh+t you said, better catch me ‘fore i catch you, we all bleed (know that)

[verse]
sh+t be all cap, we head+tappin’ sh+t like smurk (blow)
b+tch, i’m blow, can’t go for sh+t, cut off my ex, that sh+t ain’t work
we gon’ spin again, and if we miss, we’ll bl!ck some mo’ (we’ll blitz again n+gga)
he wasn’t on sh+t from the first time we spinned, and he ain’t blow (and he ain’t blow)
100k in cash before this rappin’ sh+t, yeah, i been him (ouuu)
n+ggas know my work, the opps claim sh+t they ain’t do, but i ain’t them (go, go)
tryna smash ‘some on carti, i don’t give a f+ck about no kim
i don’t pay for p+ssy, that sh+t ain’t worth no bag, you’ll get a [?] (b+tch)
grow a bond with my lil slat, we ain’t ten, yeah, but that’s my dawg (slatt)
rode hot+cars all summer, tweak, you know we gon’ play ball (know that)
dropped a soft+buck on my cuban, and dropped 10k on my charm (go, go)
make ’em free the k!llers, we ain’t worried ’bout no price, we’ll pay the bond (go, go)
[chorus]
all that ig bappin’, we up all our opps, now slide back (now slide back)
even when y’all slid and let off a couple shots, we fired back (ouuu)
we get close up on him, walk up face his ass, no drive+by
i don’t even troll my opps, they know what i did in the streets, now gon’ lie (go)
d+mn near crashed out, f+cked me up that night i drunk that lean
yeah, you fine boo but, how you don’t suck no d+ck, but want celine? (but want celine, b+tch)
200 on the dash, who the f+ck gon’ stop for twelve, we gon’ speed (go, go)
heard that sh+t you said, better catch me ‘fore i catch you, we all bleed

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