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glokk40spaz - last round trip lyrics

[intro]
frr
huh, talkin’ ’bout glokk, talkin’ ’bout nothin’
huh

[verse]
f+ck 12, make them folk, come do they job
f+ck 12, [?] found a glock out the car
you smokin’ reggie, i’m geeked on that za’
n+gga talkin’ crazy ’bout lil’ glokk, he better stop
i told probation, “i smoke h+lla pot”
fire on the hip, this rollie don’t tick, i ain’t punchin’ no clock
pull out them racks, better give up they spot
bl!ck in my hand, i had no lock in the sock
you swim with the fish ’cause you know i threw that boy off the dock
thug life like 2pac
duck ’cause i’m off, i let two double shots
baby, why you [?], like, on god
chrome heart tears, i can’t wait just to stop
locked down, beat up very n+gga who i fought
f+ck the b+tch, she don’t eat nothin’ but some c+ck
block at the station, man, you know it gettin’ hot
get off on 12, i ain’t thinkin’, like, gettin’ caught
load came in, just let me know where it drop
smell good raka or [eid baccarat?]
perc’ 30 on the road, let me know if we got pop
muslims, they with me, they offer salah
pull up fast, waitin’ for that f+ck n+gga, i’m waitin’ for that dot
i ain’t got nothin’ but some drank, straight drop
keep goin’ up, but they just wait for the flop
we ain’t locked in, you gotta untie the knot
and i ain’t tryna speak on that sh+t that i bought
b and ski mask, i came in like the swat
let me drive the boat, b+tch, let me drive the yacht
my pockets they chubby, they call it “big za'”
i just want the neck, i ain’t lookin’ for that water
sippin’ on the qua’, but i’m thinkin’ ’bout the wock’
drank in my pants, n+gga, look how i walk
i missed a ‘cat just to jump a trackhawk
livin’ this life, the world of sin
switch on this pist’, don’t give a f+ck ’bout that gen
you can hang with me, depend on how much you spend
rerock the n+gga, make him die off that fent’
all i was down bad, caught him on the bench
huh, he ain’t see me comin’, that n+gga had to squint
youngin givin’ money to the b+tch to the pent’
drugs at the window, sh+t ain’t funny when you talk ’bout them bricks
sh+t get serious when we talkin’ ’bout that l!ck
can’t f+ck off, this a lay+around trip
my truth, ho, god, but i love ’bout that heat
i mean, you think a n+gga had just greened
which one of ar had cleaned out the scene?
she wanna stay up with the vamp, with the bean
shootin’ back down, i had a gut ’cause the lean
stick with the stock, found that b+tch in a tree
i don’t f+ck with n+ggas, no, it’s me versus me
cigarette boy just to block out the key
i’m talkin’ to my family, so i call up lil’ keith
green+ass l!ck, man, you know that boy sweet
7.62s with that boy, i feel [fit?]
she ain’t eat dinner, ho grabbin’ my meat
spike ’cause it look like i’m rockin’ some cl!cks, huh

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