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johnny quezz - glass lyrics

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[verse 1]:

i do not f-ck with you b-tches (say it again)
i don’t f-ck with you b-tches
i don’t f-ck with hoes who suck d-ck on the low
and then hit me up talkin’ they know ’bout my business

you said i was f-ckin’ with who?
nah i wasn’t f-ckin’ with you
i was f-ckin’ yo friend trynna get me some head
and she was f-ckin’ with my homies too

see all these people actin like they hate me
but in reality love how i’m crazy
i could be civil and chill
or the school shooter type
but when i’m leanin’ out i get lazy

10 days out of school cuz suspensions
none of my teachers liked me “f-ck detentions”
don’t try to stop in the halls
to talk sh-t to me y’all
cuz i’m too high to pay you attention

stuck in my mind contemplating bout life
18 years old and i’m sharper than knives
man these dudes cannot f-ck with me like i’m a dyk-
despite of the things that you hear imma fight
for the right to tell people get out of my sight

not trynna see you like you a dead beatle
you hangin’ with snakes and i’m k!llin’ these weasels
these rats talkin’ back to the feds
they not people
they worried bout me like i’m evil knieval

just let me do me
let me be free
loosen my handcuffs you g
take a seat and please gimme back my triple c’s

i need my self and the b-tches who want it
i only f-ck down hoes like if they r-t-rded
i’m runnin’ the game
and you had to restart it
cuz you really ain’t sh-t so
i’m runnin’ like convicts in raris

[verse 2]:

best believe it i’m speaking in grievance
the minds of my dudes they are blowing like speakers
these underground rappers ain’t sh-t like a fetus
but yo b-tch jam me in the car with her peoples

auxiliary chord and the b-ss is gone burn
through the spines of the dudes in a honda accord
rolling and smoking through hoods of the worst
f-ckin’ people alive h-lla felony charges

i got bullets in my words once they hit you collapse
i got love in my hands once i swing you relax
lay down in a coffin or sit on your -ss
either way i control to which way you gone p-ss

crew full of dudes who skate hard and make moves
music and money’s the way that we choose
hard decisions with times to get through
cuz without evidence we ain’t felons to you

[outro]: 2x

got bullets in my words once they hit you collapse
i got love in my hands once i swing you relax
lay down in a coffin or sit on your -ss
either way i control to which way you gone p-ss

crew full of dudes who skate hard and make moves
music and money’s the way that we choose
hard decisions with times to get through
cuz without evidence we ain’t felons to you

- johnny quezz lyrics

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