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glokk40spaz – not a believer lyrics

[intro]
ya (babylife n+gga)
hm, hm
hrll (two glocks n+gga, two glocks, 2wo2imes, yuh)

[verse]
h+ll yea, we drop thirties on them b+tch n+ggas
man, i poured a deuce of wockhardt in my cup
two grams of these jungle rocks gon’ leave me f+cked up
on god i would f+ck again, but i can’t love nun’
most of my loved ones is hun dones
how you come to the gun fight with no d+mn gun
babylife, also i’m the only safe one
2wo2ime drop down, one glock, you done
red dot on that zak, f+ck that, just run
think he top notch gang, got his whole block spun
we pop out and shoot at four houses, sh+t fun
not sure how this go, but know you the lil one
sumo (hrll, hrll)
yea, i’m f+cked up i need some narcotics
they gimmе the draco when this sh+t get violеnt
i promise all you hear is sirens
i woulda f+cked the ass if i ain’t buy it
my trap lowkey f+cked up, losing all my clients
i’m talking to kilo, who the f+ck ko’ bryant
we ain’t playing ceelo n+gga, i need mine
my young n+ggas on the block spazzin’ out
man, come hit this l!ck you want cash or not
i grab my young bull, givin’ rations out
these 223’s, you know we passin’ them out
these 308’s, know that we passin’ them out
these 762’s got ‘em crashin’ out
if i bought the ho’s, i pull the lashes out
it ain’t no march, but we got madness out
broke n+gga can’t even come in the spot
they boy get to hangin’, you know they call cops
that ain’t no compact, bit’ this a g+lock
shot him with that red, just know how we rock
oh you see the opp, n+gga then fah+fah
hrll, gun yo ass down
suppressor on that semi+auto, don’t make no d+mn sound
hit ya’ with the holy round
n+gga they come wit’ no ticket like the fair grounds, n+gga
walked in smell like a pound
walked in dolo, i won’t make a sound, n+gga (hrll)
n+gga don’t even wanna come back
i f+ck with the glock, but i ride with compact
nail his ass to the wall just like a thumb tack
we got some sh+t with us that you can’t get back
hrll, n+gga
i swear the 12 gauge, it got some kickback
i did some sh+t, i know that god can’t let back
i hit the ho from the back, she got wet back
took the switch off the glock, shoot like a kel+tec
can’t run on the gang, i’m not no d+mn kel+tec
we got wit’ yo’ slang, we gon’ sw+ng that d+mn kel+tec
man, throw up yo’ gang, n+gga, what’s yo’ set
hrll, yuh, violation three, n+gga get freed
i’m not a beehive, n+gga, where them bees
glock down, 223’s knockin’ down trees
i’m not a believer n+gga, f+ck you mean
you say you gon’ k!ll me n+gga, we gon’ see
just know when i see you, better have yo’ heat
we talkin’ on internet, but not on street
street just different
hrll, request a follow back, but that muf+cka’ pendin’
you come to the swamp, you gon’ leave with no ending
bullet holes through the top, f+cked up his engine
i bought me a l!ck, i’m addicted to spending
he think he gon’ trick us, but trix are for kids
oh, silly rabbit, only bunnies can win
playboi bunny, n+gga, spin the benz
i let the 30 hang out the f.n
huh, we ain’t do enogh so we gotta spin again
f+ck his dead momma, give a f+ck ‘bout his friends (f+ck your dead friends)
[outro]
two glocks n+gga
two glocks n+gga
know where i’m at n+gga
east side n+gga
come getcha ass n+gga
drop ya off

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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