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glockboy bobo - no rap cap lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh
(they got wooskii on the mix)
no, no, no, can’t let them get to me
no, no, no, no

[verse 1]
my facecard good in the trenches
most you n+ggas who rappin’ not active
you ain’t never shot sh+t and you ain’t k!lled sh+t, please just stop that cappin’
i don’t even diss the opps no more, but sh+t, f+ck them, we passed ’em
we do it for bob, we do it for pap, switch glock, not no macky
if you in the trenches, you know who i am, i ain’t gotta post no bl!cks
got my first drac’ and fell in love with it, i ain’t wanna tote no sticks
he broke, he bummy as h+ll, tryna sneak diss ’cause i f+cked his b+tch
ko gon’ tag his ass if i say so, but i don’t send no hits
i don’t even link with hoes i don’t know, want lo’, i send her off
he tried to put a b+tch on me backdoor, nah, what the f+ck he thought?
she f+cked boojean, i f+cked her sister, sh+t, i ain’t take no loss
he wanna do a feature, i ain’t even sign yet, but that sh+t gon’ cost
i got my glock and that b+tch came with a brrt, play with me, i’ma shoot
my drip like purple jeans with a moncler, but i gucci the shoe
he post his b+tch, i’m in her close friends, i was f+ckin’ her too
postin’ them bl!cks all on the internet that they ain’t never gon’ shoot
got a lil’ b+tch last name jackson, first name not no janet
any high+speed we in, if woo or doc drivin’, i am not gon’ panic
i was off lean, but i ain’t even eat the p+ssy this time, i vanished (stupid)
lambo truck, this ain’t no striker and this b+tch not rented
i don’t even hang on other n+ggas’ blocks, i know that backdoor open
he was on some fan sh+t and got caught without it, left his sh+t open
sniper say back of the yard, drop the lo’ then, let that sh+t be noticed
i ain’t never ducked sh+t and i don’t ‘net beef, i do sh+t on purpose
[interlude]
on foenem
ayy, man, everybody be tough as h+ll, gang, foe
like, like motherf+ckers don’t know
the trenches talk, foe, like
motherf+ckers know who really like that and who ain’t, bro, you know?
that’s why n+ggas be tryin’ you b+tch+ass n+ggas ’cause they know y’all hoes, man
n+ggas don’t play with me, you hear me?

[verse 2]
pop me an x pill, i blast off this time like f+ck that perky
heartin’ all my pictures give me backdoor vibes, red flag, she thirsty
f+ck with two condoms, i don’t even f+ck raw ’cause these hoes got herpes
b+tch, we got f&ns, i like fifty shots, i give clay them thirties
mo my dog for sure, splash bros, if i ain’t f+ck, he did
why you on the ‘net talkin’ ’bout bodies, boy? ain’t sh+t you did
pop k!lla and lucci pull up two switch glocks, them is not no sigs
just f+cked this model b+tch off instagram, could be latto twin

[outro]
on foenem
ayy, that b+tch look just like mulatto, you hear me?
no cap, ayy
ayy, long live bob, man, long live bway and wop, man
y’all know what the f+ck goin’ on, man
g pap forever, you know
ayy, bob, you know how we comin’, man
remember the last time i came home, man
what i say, man? drop me off on the opps, man, i’ll find my way back, man
you know what the f+ck goin’ on, man
you seen how we came for pap, right?
alright then, man

- glockboy bobo lyrics

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