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glokk-93 - f u 2x lyrics

[intro]
sixty+nine ninety+three
(yeah) let’s get it ak

[verse 1]
(yeah) how the f+ck we all gettin’ to it? how the f+ck my dawg in a movie?
everything i rap be real life, i don’t care for a punchline
and i don’t care for you, i can match your energy
i’m the kinda n+gga that’ll pull out and pop n+ggas
and these n+ggas probably felt like, “f+ck me,” ’cause they can’t f+ck with me
i got ninety+three shots between us, can’t miss
bruh, i k!lled him, oh, he ain’t dead? f+ck
r.i.p. to, tuh, he ain’t had the same luck
bruh, i hate when rat hoes start actin’ fake
wire got onе too, this is not the same truck
b+tches tryna play mе like i’m wack (b+tch, who?)
real p, i bet’ not go for that

[chorus]
claim to be a player, how ’bout f+ck you (ooh)
you ain’t nothin’ to a real hitter, f+ck your life (lil’ boy)
all she want, a young n+gga to f+ck her right (oh, yeah)
middle fingers in the air, f+ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
middle fingers in the air, f+ck ya twice (oh, yeah)
middle fingers in the air, f+ck ya twice (oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
[verse 2]
how the f+ck all the hatin’ come from friends?
she a eight at best, n+gga, not a ten
still mr. f+ck a b+tch friend, mr. buss a band
i’ma road runnin’, send more hundreds
they say they need raw, sh+t, we got more comin’
you can’t stop this, i’m too deep in the streets
built this empire off of grams and qps
so when you see me in the club, bottles everywhere
don’t approach me like we cool, we was never there
i climbed out that hole with blood on my hands
and i’ll defend this throne by any means, understand?

[verse 3]
yeah, all money and no emotion, yeah (yes, sir)
“can’t be f+cked with, my slogan”, yeah (yes, sir)
you don’t know another n+gga like this, i’m him
that’s the code we live by down here in the gutter
see these chains? bought ’em with the work money
see this scar? got it from a fool who tried me
keep a chopper in the trunk, extended clip attached
any disrespect get handled, that’s a fact
roll through your block slow, let you see the rims shine
every brick i flip is revenge for the hard times
you was laughing when the lights got cut off
now you watching me from section 8, p+ssed off
[outro]
i’m getting sick of this sh+t, pour some more up
(f u 2x)
i put on drip every day from the floor up
i’m getting sick of this sh+t, pour some more up
i put on drip every day

- glokk 93 lyrics

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