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glokk40spaz – critical lyrics

[verse 1: glokk40spaz & go.unna]
play with this sh+t cause this sh+t gon’ get physical
baby life steppa, they ready get rid of you
keep talking hot, boy your ma gon’ be missing you
take a lil sh+t we only take w’s
run your ass down, h+ll nah we don’t f+ck with you
young n+gga popped a perc, ian even comfortable
tell ya, ya b+tch ate the d+ck up like lunchables
walked in the bank, then i walked out with pocket food
young n+gga crashing out, n+gga, boy you the fool
[?], come to the trap they like dog food

huh, yeah, ebg sh+t man that money keep flowing
take his ass off like lil bro what you toting
we act like that p+ssy boy, we ain’t folding
i walk with the ak on my right shoulder
we know that he snitching might just have to roll him
just like my bankroll we leave that n+gga rolling
she like my new whip, the motherf+cker stolen
223 hit his neck that motherf+cker choking
i’m all in this sh+t i ain’t talking poker
shoot your sh+t up give a f+ck who your folks is
pull out that 22 you ain’t gon blow sh+t

baby life sh+t n+gga come get some
nine hoes white, n+gga, sh+t a1

post up with the cinco my n+gga got draco
that f+cking [?] it bust your potato
i’m still young pablo, don’t call me diego
shoot you in your face it get bent like a [?]
drop down with the stick, i ain’t pick up no pencil
it’s a hunnid round drum in this b+tch leave you mental
we hit a lil l!ck and this sh+t exponential
pull out the choppa don’t do fundamentals
get the f+ck out the trap, can’t pay yo rent hoe
pillow talk to the b+tch, you got me bent bro
only safe one, i’m the real oso
glock 23 they gon’ take your soul
on p+ssy n+gga you get no hunchos
[verse 2: babysolid]
ebg got sticks like gi joe
don’t play with this sh+t, you gonna get rolled
this baby life sh+t, we taking your hoe
them k!llers gon run in your home
my gang got my back like a bone
f+ck n+gga what is you on
the glock came with two+tone
and these glocks got d+cks but no hormones
we sent his ass up like a drone
finna slide on the opps, gotta cut off my phone
bring the wrap with the plug, get it in get it gone
everyday band gang got sticks, trombone
put you in the grave, f+ck up the tombstone
can’t come to my hood, that’s a no fly zone
we spin on the opps like a f+cking cyclone
that b+tch she a thot, finna give me deepthroat
the draco, the nine don’t know what to tote
baby life vampire real cutthroat
i’m in the hood with the stick in my trenchcoat
hit with the fire, watch him fold like an envelope
and we got the sticks like an antelope
i’m hopping the fence like a jumprope
[?] with a telescope
knock down your door like a domino
got a bad b+tch like i’m romeo
hooligan rip through your chromosomes
chop with the rope, chris jericho
jumped down with the stick like picasso
shooter pull up in the poncho
making sh+t clap like i’m bravo
drunk as the f+ck i poured a whole bottle
i pulled a trump card like the f+cking [?]
them boys talking sh+t make a f+ck n+gga
they know what i’m on man this sh+t’ll get hostile
and i’m in her mouth like some muhf+cking tonsils
that b+tch suck d+ck and swallow
gun him down
went to your block got hunnid rounds
got called up he out of bounds
the opp, 3.5 i’m breaking down
we’ll turn your block into a ghost town
real vampires so i f+ck with the bloodhounds
i’m on that block all day till the sun down
he think he tough, gon feel this gunpowder
yeah, yeah, yeah
baby life

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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