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glokk40spaz - day you get left lyrics

[chorus]
get me, the day you get left, double f in this b+tch so i came with the mob
and this draco on me got em’ jumpin and glitchin, potato barrel get em’ off
and this glizzy on me i ain’t goin out bad bout this b+tch so i keep me a saw
and its ebk, rtk pull up we takin’ everything yall n+ggas know what im on
trackdown 50, got get you a smith and weston with a 30
he talkin’ all hot we ain’t showin no mercy
walkdown b+tches tweakin off the perkys
infrared beam on the kel tec, lurkin’
hoe like to f+ck me thats how we be flirtin’
n+ggas be tellin’ right behind the curtain
put the fye on em’ n+gga thats for certain, gang, gang
[verse 2]
sissy ass n+gga, boy he sentimental
rtk n+ggas chase em out the temple
where at shootas band in like a pretzel
keep me a rocket, i ain’t finna let em
me and kilo bein’ riders forever
came to the hood he got put in a blender
that’s what you get for tryna be a stepper
stay out the way, cause we applying pressure
don’t f+ck with no n+ggas thats why i keep semi+autos in my hand
bad lil b+tch, i treat her like a fan
talkin’ that hot, i pop em’ of a xan
we with the n+ggas kickin’ jackie chan
me and lilo we ain’t f+ckin with jake
free all my brothers locked up in the can
kilo be touching n+ggas with the pan
wishing he would, i’m wishing that he ran
i was the n+gga poppin’, rubberband
i was the n+gga poppin’ for a band
d+mn i hit em’, yo i’m finna go ham
then i hit yo man for 38 gram
keep me a glizzy, giving him a chance
don’t wanna beat a n+gga thats the plan
told my lil b+tch that i love her to death, but i see other hoes from time and time again
shot em a pistol, feelin’ like a man
chain gang, f+ck em, goin’ back again
you ain’t touchin’ my brother better switch the plan
shoulda got hot, turnin’ on the fan
i got too hot, i shoulda got a tan
friendly ass n+gga, make a n+gga change
i found a thug and making b+tches glance yeah, on god
f+ck a fingerprint ain’t finna get scammed
me and my glizzy itchin’ off the ram
gotta block out ain’t watch the n+gga ran
shoot at a opp, but n+gga its a spam
failed all my t’s, n+gga f+ck an exam
40.’s and 20.’s make a n+gga dance
slime me a n+gga, now i’m touchin’ boogers
ain’t gon lie i fell in love with a hooker
she ate the d+ck up, i don’t know how i took her
big .45 turn em’ to a cookie
bad lil thot, i don’t know i shook her
shot at the three, i’m shooting devin booker
boy tried to rob me n+gga he a rookie
smokin’ on purp and im smoking on cookie
3 clips long put em in a movie
she ate the d+ck up she thought it was a smoothie
new glock 40. touchin’ on a toolie
true bands on me feelin’ like im truie, gang

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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