glokk40spaz & osamason – no rules lyrics
{chorus:glokk40spaz}
you got a issue, be bout that
you {can?} ask me ’bout that, i’m on {?} b+tch shoot back
you on that {?} baby, come back
i love guns, but that sh+t {?}
you grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
play wit’ the mob, n+gga got {empty out?} on the clip stick tack
i do xans wit’ {?} n+gga popping out wit’ the f+cking diamond back
you ain’t got no toolie, baby believe i’m the one that’s tryna get ’em wrapped
ain’t no rules in this babylife sh+t, now that n+gga scared to trap
f+ck it, take them n+ggas off the map, hmm
{verse:glokk40spaz}
love b+tch, come get this vampire bite, b+tch wanna live vampire life
handgun, then we pop him {?}, strap no dyk+
sumo locked up, bj locked up, ju.glizz, 25 n+gga made me cry
i ain’t nevеr been scared to die, i just wanna fly
i said “woah gon’ pop, prolly wouldn’t hurt to try”
i’ma go pop another {gango?}, just to start f+cking a riot
you confusеd, b+tch i’m not no liar
b+tch, i’m {?}
money {?}, atl life, {?} if you got f+ckin’ {?}
what you said, n+gga, i ain’t owe no money n+ggas be lying
i was juggin’ that ho, f+ckin’ that b+tch, what a waste of time
{verse:osamason}
pull up, slaying sh+t, by slime
{?} pour me up sum’ mud
{?} wockhardt line
p+ssy n+ggas know how i do
these ho’s {?} sum’ rockstars
flexing expensive chrome hearts
get more racks than a monarch
yeah, h+lla sticks up, h+lla sticks up, yeah
brand new mac+11, keep yo’ lips stuck, yeah
{?} send some shots, you wildin’
{chorus:glokk40spaz}
you {can?} ask me ’bout that, i’m on {?} b+tch shoot back
you on that {?} baby, come back
i love guns, but that sh+t {?}
you grab my gun, bring it right back, hmm
play wit’ the mob, {?} n+gga got {empty out?} on the clip stick tack
i do xans wit’ {?} n+gga popping out wit’ the f+cking diamond back
you ain’t got no toolie, baby believe i’m the one that’s tryna get ’em wrapped
ain’t no rules in this babylife sh+t, now that n+gga scared to trap
f+ck it, take them n+ggas off the map
{verse 2: osamason}
she like, “what you doin’?”
i was count up, flexin’
b+tch ass n+ggas, uh, man i cannot stress it
still a real {?}
feds on my ass, yeah
do that sh+t too fast, yeah
i can’t count my laps, yeah
do a hood down dash, yeah
shooter {?} back, yeah
tats on my {?}, yeah
tats on my abs, yeah
these n+ggas mad, yeah
i don’t even {?}
you can never {?}, yeah
some of these n+ggas dying
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