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glokk40spaz – brutal honesty lyrics

[intro]
huh
i’m wit’ lil’ kilo
hrrt

[verse 1]
young n+gga jumped off the porch (huh)
when i met lil’ kilo, he was 13
kick down the door, that’s his favorite thing
shawty gon’ mask the f+ck up, that’s on everything
b+tch, i was 15 years old wit’ a felony
i’m in the strip wit’ the hooligans, huh
if cal don’t shoot ‘em, then i’m doin’ it
dropped out the school, i had truancy
ain’t losin’, i’m livin’ it like i been losin’ it
huh, all of my b+tches wan’ argue ’bout stupid sh+t
don’t want yo love, b+tch, you ruined it, huh
if she don’t pull out, then i’m pulling it
i got the fye for that foolishness
huh, i gotta scope sh+t out ‘fore i go in it
b+tch, this glock life, i ain’t goin’, b+tch
young n+gga 17, ride wit’ a 30 clip
young n+ggas ready to k!ll on that freddy sh+t, huh
thought about talkin’ to daejiana
i’m in love wit’ the trap, but i left all my problems
took his cousin money, that’s how we gon’ solve it
you don’t got no stick, you gеt ate like mcdonald’s
i’m on the еast side wit’ them k!llas and robbers
hrrt, 50 something shots out that carbon
fadeaway, shoot ‘em like clippers, no barber
[verse 2]
hm, yeah, i think to myself everyday, “how the f+ck i’m gon’ get rich?”
used to run off on the plug wit’ a counterfeit
young n+gga had a couple loose screws
ain’t nowhere you can go, we gon’ find you
the gang doubled up, now it’s times two
this babylife, n+gga, we don’t like you
i look in yo eyes, you a fake goon

[verse 3]
huh, b+a+b+y, l+i+f+e
on the run for three weeks, had to catch me
i get the f+ck up and send ‘em blessings
lil’ b+tch, where you at? we ain’t s+xtin’
we get to them bands, ain’t no restin’
she ain’t hold me down, got arrested
i been doin’ b+tches dirty ever since
and i told her i love her, that ain’t what i meant
tell a n+gga he fake, i bet he catch a fit
these n+ggas so f+cked up in the head, i’m sick
you don’t know who i am, i could send that blitz
that boy havin’ b+tterflies, he feel like sh+t
kilo was 14 years old wit’ a brick
do a 3.5, do not f+ck up my trip
i’m talkin’ to god in a blimp
man, this ain’t no baby trap, we only sell out the zip
smokin’ on k+mo, got popped off the rip
he capped to the block, thought that lil’ .22 was legit
that mexican capped to the block, he got flipped off the rip
we popped his ass off in a ditch
sumo had beat his ass up, i’m not busting his stitches
walked in the school, pistol in my britches
you think you loose screws? n+gga, we could fix it, huh
“lil’ glokk ain’t bout this”, “lil’ glokk ain’t bout that”, f+ck boy drop the dot, n+gga, where you at?
b+tch, i been in quarantine wit’ all these racks
i been social distancing from all the rats
i run to the money, n+gga, that’s 4 flat
i took that b+tch down
she love when that young n+gga spaz come around
i know how you feel, you surrounded by clowns
[verse 4]
huh, i know she wanna f+ck me just ‘cause im babylife
i don’t like how that feel, baby, that don’t sound right
he gon’ get cooked playin’ wit’ his life
she want me to pull up on him, and i might
pillowcase on the stick, n+ggas got right
put my gloves on, n+gga, head back to the stripe
he say he feel bad, man, you gon’ be alright
that’s probably his karma, just live yo d+mn life
if you think ’bout that sh+t too much, you might get wiped
this a dirty game, just like jumanji, alright
put another clip in the fye, shoot it like spike
i plan what i do in that huddle, that hike
y’all n+ggas got beef, but i heard that sh+t light
i would get in the mix, but that sh+t not my fight
pistol whip wit’ the fye, knock em out like fight night
go to the west side, then i dirty my sprite
told lil’ kilo we gon’ be in la
told velly i love him, rock out where you stay
my lil’ shorty here put some racks in a day
don’t pop yo d+mn sh+t at no muf+ckin’ party, we’ll pop yo ass off on yo birthday
stunna just got off probation, i’m proud to say
told the lil’ baby to hold me down for a lil’ bit, i’ll make you my prada bae

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