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glokk40spaz – oso wit a stikk lyrics

[intro]
—29th, some n+gga gon’ die
i’m talkin’ ’bout walk+down, we don’t do drive+bys
oh, you hang with b+tch n+ggas? not my kind
i’m oso with the stick, that 30 make ’em blind
huh, hrrrt, gang (gang)
babylife, n+gga (babylife, n+gga)
hrrrt (hrrrt)
yeah, f+ck a loose screw, i ain’t have none to begin with
yeah
[verse 1]
f+ck a loose screw, i ain’t have none to begin with
he said that the 15 a gen’, we gon’ blitz him
call up them vampires just to get rid of him
[?] get over here, we gon’ finish him
[?] beat his ass up, go replenish him
babylife spaz, know i’m wanted by many men
you want some smoke, n+gga, we can gеt it in
shoot at yo’ partner if you ain’t got no dead friends
can’t count on my partnеr, that’s benjamin
i just go buy some new gun to get rid of him
we catch his ass trippin’ and get all the dividends
pop a top, hop in the back of the suv mini+van
you know that lil’ glokk don’t even give a d+mn
we spin his block just like the ceiling fan
she suck on a young n+gga d+ck and she mexican
young n+gga shoot the face just like the pelicans
man, i got some sh+t that’ll take down an elephant
finna go to war, you gotta get ready, b+tch
hop out with sticks, p+ssy, don’t neglect sh+t
and you the type of n+gga to buy her a necklace
man, i’m the type to get some neck and forget sh+t
i’m tellin’ ya, august 29th, some n+gga gon’ die
i’m talkin’ ’bout walk+down, we don’t do drive+bys
oh, you hang with b+tch n+ggas? not my kind
i’m oso with the stick, that 30 make ’em blind
empty out yo’ pocket, takin’ back what’s mine
ain’t no pocket rocket, this gon’ f+ck his mind
if i really want yo’ head, i’m takin’ my time
we creep through the bushes, lookin’ through the blinds
you wan’ beef ’bout the b+tch that ain’t even yours or mine
lil’ boy itchin’ finger, they gon’ pull that fye
[verse 2]
hm, glock in my hand, will you take this dance?
b+tch, i’m a real thug, i don’t know romance
we sendin’ them slugs, catch one in his ass
we pull up to the n+gga spot like i’m doordash
kick the b+tch out the trap, she ain’t shake no ass
this baby ass clip, p+ssy, this a .30 mag’
huh, we ain’t waitin’ for yo’ ass, n+gga, we gon’ blow past, huh
i’m chasing my dream, n+gga, f+ck that class
they come to this hood, they yellin’ out, “get spaz”
they know i’m the young n+gga up the fire, handle that
babylife caught him lackin’, he won’t get back
he said he gon’ take us off, that sh+t sound mismatched, huh
don’t run up on none of us, man, please don’t do that
unidentified n+gga screamin’ out like, “who that?”
i don’t f+ck with rap n+ggas ’cause they weird as f+ck, huh
this 7.62 ’bout as big as a hockey puck
gelato 41, this blunt got me f+cked up
shoot at your car, you n+ggas turn to dust
you ain’t pop your gun, n+gga, then what’s up?
man, i wish you would, n+gga, you’ll be dust
give a f+ck where i’m at, i’m dumping out them guts
had one of these n+ggas come and shot ’em up
hit him; my shot, n+gga, that ain’t luck
these weapons and drugs don’t come with no love
protecting my partners, i wanna see dubs

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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