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glokk40spaz - lost my damn mind! lyrics

[intro]
when they see lil’ glokk, n+ggas yellin’, “danger”
he missed all his shots, he gotta be a ranger (brr)
you point at the gang, we might just break ya finger
she go through d+cks n+gga, if i make her
f+ck on my b+tch, f+ckin’ up her makeup
how could i trip? b+tch, i got my cake up
we catch a play, lil’ n+gga, if he wake up
your man had the opportunity to shake some’
(i love dj gren8de)
(trap daily)

[verse]
hop in that [?] and my baby like, “bet”
he crackin’ that four, put a hole in his back
we not takin’ l’s n+gga, we not into that
nina that gun, i’m takin’ off yo’ [?]
play with the top shotta, get you smacked
he told on the gang n+gga, he a mole+rat
strip his ass naked, n+gga where yo’ clothеs at?
i’m makin’ n+ggas’ problems run that four+flat
with sticks and we shoot a movie, ain’t no jack black
brought my d+mn ho up, probably [?]
whatеver you makin’ n+gga, we can double that
i ain’t just glokk40, we got racks (racks)
man, we takin’ f+ck n+ggas off this map
he play with the gang n+gga, he got whacked
just hit the trap with draco’s in my backpack
[?] got my clip lookin’ like flapjack
he tried to run up on loaded, he don’t play that
i’ma put that hollow right where his face at
i’m with some young n+ggas that can’t take that
i know some f+ck n+ggas want they lip back
man, i gotta get that n+gga ‘fore he get back
stripped his ass naked, n+gga’s outfit mismatched
had the upper hand, my n+ggas don’t paddy whack
babylife [?] out of beef, we don’t tit+for+tat
b+tches gon’ come and go, know i’m gon’ get ’em back
if i gotta catch him, p+ssy n+ggas dyin’
huh, and i heard them n+ggas out there droppin’ dimes
do not call my b+tch right on facetime
if you find me a l!ck, i make yo’ shoes shine
don’t even pop a n+gga if you can’t take that time
i be with some babylife n+ggas, our k!llers
and i f+ck with that b+tch, she give me that lil’ feeling
ho, i’m tryna f+ck some’, i know you with it
the sprinter van loaded up, the window tinted
you play with lil’ babylife, your life get finished
the paper, i gotta have it, got a fetish
glock 30 and i’m livin’ like melly (real trap sh+t)
[?]
popped his ass off, that n+gga wasn’t ready
yop stick, almost gave it to velly
kick that ho out the spot, b+tch is actin’ petty
this could be a bad five nights, freddy
i’m ready to split the n+gga like machete
we swallow my nut, n+ggas actin’ jelly
y’all not [?], n+ggas actin’ messy
y’all laugh donald duck, pulled off in that chevy
huh, n+ggas runnin’ from the gang
how many bullets you think go in that chamber?
when they see lil’ glokk, n+ggas yellin’, “danger”
he missed all his shots, he gotta be a ranger (brr)
you point at the gang, we might just break ya finger
she go through d+cks n+gga, if i make her
f+ck on my b+tch, f+ckin’ up her makeup
how could i trip? b+tch, i got my cake up
we catch a play, lil’ n+gga, if he wake up
your man had the opportunity to shake some’
lost my d+mn mind, all i know is redrum
we might just flip that n+gga ‘fore he say some’
play with my gang, you can be that dead one
we can make yo’ ass feel like that sun
these bullets they hot, rippin’ through yo’ lung
you can play with yo’ gun but we just havin’ fun
police lock me up but i’m the wrong one
these b+tches know i get them hundreds
went in that jam, i ain’t say none’
we made them n+ggas run like fun run
we havin’ them sticks, this ain’t prop guns
i know that n+gga when she shot some
i took off the plug n+gga, glokk tough
it’s only one way n+gga, play rough
[outro]
yah, yah (brr), yah
gang, yah, yah, yah
gang, yah, yah, yah
gang, yah, yah, yah
gang
it’s dj gren8de

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