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kringe - glock 19 lyrics

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[hook 1]

we turning rags to racks to racks

fake turning fans and fans attached

24/7 insane relax

up out the dirt, now up and taxed

zero and now it’s returns returns returns returns returns returns

chasing the hype and crashed and burned

i keep full metal so how could i lack?

[verse 1]

de+face the whole city still pained from the depths of tha water

losing the breath for a time to be on it
whipping the tes’ and the sh+ll like an onyx

i’m from south bring the heat like the tropics

i from the place whеre it’s death or be “on it”

honеst

i’m on some sh+t you ain’t on it

i hit more millys like how you gone top it?

500 verses you pay to be on it

i take the top off the beam

im in tha

i’m in tha spot of your dreams

years looking back all this time never seen

(scene )

dead where it’s at what u mean?
i’m stacking stats on the stats on the stats on stats

i sold the whip off for some time with a track

leaving my sp+ce now it’s no looking back

[verse 2]

how the f+ck make it out texas?

overnight cali all wrestles

pull tesla whips off nexus

team stacked top level off tetris

(yea)

ima ace on tha face

b+tch top tier on any play

bread from dirt to any place
my whip speak for me i’m pressure

(yea)

start at the bottom sh+t

low like the drops on miata whips

going from dull to kitana tips

streaming the ms off apollo kits

i keep a 17 with me g+locked on me aw

stay out the way and leave tracks in tha chalk

never need no validation from y’all ,man

i’ll tell myself that i hate it for y’all

that

red dot rippin out rippin out

foes, off 610 g37 throw smoke

all underground whippin out whippin out

throwed off prime time head light spinnings out os

i take the top off the beam sh+t

they popping seals like it’s team 6

i’m tryna up to a new estate

and u on some faking a dream sh+t

[hook 2]

we turning rags to racks to racks

fake turning fans and fans attached

24/7 insane relax

up out the dirt, now up and taxed

zero and now it’s returns returns returns returns returns returns

chasing the hype and crashed and burned

i keep full metal so how could i lack?

[verse 3]

best

yet a text

from tha reps

f+ck that team i’m on they

necks

up

solo and

obsessed

overworked and never rest

2x

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