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glokk40spaz - final warning lyrics

[intro]
yeah (sumo on walk), huh (sumo on walk, yeah)

[verse]
windows down, tinted up (rrrah)
tell that boy to flip ’em up (cut that boy)
he ain’t got no gun, but he tryin’ to beef, like, get yo’ semi’s up
bad bitch start to retail, uh, off drank, i be high as fuck, huh (on god)
if that bih’ wanna pop out, it come with that mag (brr)
these vvs diamonds, you won’t run with the glass, yeah
fucked a fifty and cashed it (uh)
gl4, i’m slime, no, he can’t get that back (yeah, yeah)
water on my wrist, they cut that boy like shark attack (yeah)
bitch, she tryna get some money, i be “woah, like, bitch, get the fuck up off my jet (get the fuck up)
yeah, i custom all my scraps (hey, fuck)
stock on my diamonds back (ha)
point ’em to thе left, we cut that boy off in that cul+de+sac (rrrah, rrrah)
flip, shut that boy (ha)
it was us, but how you know ’bout that? (ha, uh)
sippin’ on that quagеn, y’all sippin’ on that codeine, yeah (ha, uh, ha, uh)
money in my pocket, in my bag, you know i keep them stacks (ha, uh, ha)
yeah, i’m from the a’, but i bring shuckers to the fuckin’ ‘raq (ha, uh, ha, ha)
new york with the junk, these niggas hidin’, i’m tryna catch a hat (woah)
yeah, woah (on god, bih’ so high)
bih’ weren’t piped, nigga, pull out that pistol
whole car got flipped, they got caught in the middle (brr)
all of us chained, but i give ’em some stitches (stitches)
run with a glock in my hand, that bih’ sticky (yeah, uh)
i pop the perc’ and the xan’, man, that bih’ got me dizzy (hard)
yo’ bitch’ll start, she suck dick just like hickey (uh, woah, woah)
ain’t payin’ gang, nigga tryin’ to ask in it (woah, woah)
bitch bought a shakin’ ass, a video vixen (uh, uh)
triple crown headline, i know that you creasin’ (fuck around, nigga)
fuck a lil’ nigga that ain’t takin’ no flick (i’m a real nigga)
i got some shit that’ll nut on yo’ bitch (uh, uh)
stepped on the boy, i don’t fuck with my wrist (uh, yeah)
pipe that boy out, you talkin’ too slim (cut that boy out)
hoes in the back and this shit lookin’ crazy (uh)
boy, you ain’t god, you can’t walk just like this (nah, nah)
black truck (black), gmc (uh)
got them vamps with me (bow, bow)
tell you that’s a bad feelin’ (bad, bad)
make ’em rush, i hit it like rick (bow, bow)
slide on him ‘fore we fight, finish (grrah)
lightskin big ass, that’s like liquor (light)
she on that beat just like i’m a [?] (woah)
fuck that lil’ boy, he was stoppin’ my vision (fuck that lil’ boy)
gl4 ridin’ ’round with that glizzy (bow)
you hang with diddy, you look like a hipster (bih’)
bih’, what you know? i shoot glock with precision
all of my vamps with a flat and a vision (grr, brr)
fucked the ho face and i bust on the titty (bust on the bed)
drive around there, get your ass in a gif (woah)
snakes in the grass for that bag, and they hissin’
i ain’t get ’em light ’cause you tell me to [?] (i ain’t get ’em nothin’)
spin on the block for a week, then i fidget (uh, uh)
i caught that boy on a plate like a filet (yeah, yeah)
geeked up, i’m finna spaz in the mink (yeah, uh)
i’m whip the pot, all my [?] like a chilli (uh, yeah)
you got the double cup, don’t try to spill it (don’t, cuh)
i’m paper route, know i hang with the villains (yes, fuck)
fuck that lil’ deal, i done took me a milli’ (yeah, yeah)
oh, he’s a player, he gettin’ cooked at the skillet, yeah, huh (oh, yeah, uh)
shot that draco, made him dance (brr, brrah)
bands, rubberband, man (bands, bands)
pop that draco, swing my stick (brr, brr)
’cause [?], don’t pop no xan’ (pop)
try this shit, and you got one more chance (try that shit)
i’m out, i’m singin’, bih’, look at my hand (phew)
this bih’ was offended, i fucked her on cam’ (uh)
a other lil’ glock for the switch that i spam (hey)
this bih’ eatin’ dick, all like turkeys and yam
them shots flyin’ everywhere we went in that rain (uh, uh)
nigga gon’ die, they play with my chain (nigga gon’ die)
dyed’ bout a [?], now i scam (brr, died)
fuck your lil’ partner, i’m watchin’ my man’s (watch a lil’)
drums hold a stick that wan’ play with the band (drums hold a stick)
“show yo’ hands”, like nigga, god damn (show yo’ hands)
show for that fire, man, that bih’ lookin’ tank
tuh, yeah (uh, ah), walk down, coupe, uh (walk down)
glock with me, that beam (glock, beam)
glocky got that ruler, huh (glocky)
now who you foolin’? (woah)
i turned them racks off some noodles, yeah (yeah)
german dog, i ain’t go poodle, huh (huh)
did that bad shit, shit was just brutal, yeah (brutal, yeah)
[outro]
brr, yean talkin’ ’bout glokk, yean talkin’ ’bout nothin’, nigga

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