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trailglocko - i feel dat lyrics

[intro]
wassup moe?
talk your sh+t, lil bro
talk your sh+t, i’m cooling
i feel that, i feel that
glock
what he tell dey ass doe, d+mn
uh

[hook]
i ain’t them other n+ggas, more advanced
hop out wit that gl!ck, tell him show me his hands
and when sh+t go bad, you gon’ see who your man
and the feds tried biltz, hit the corner, i ran
we got drac’s, they came from iran
i’m cooking they ass, i don’t need me no pan
how you gon’ hop in that car and you don’t got a plan?
how you saying you up and you don’t got a band?
d+mn
n+ggas be broke, they be leeching
quickdraw, it was no point for him reaching
and we switching them cars, just like jeepers, we creeping, uh
i know he a p+ssy, i see him, he bleeding
and we cooking the feds, you should see how we speeding
these n+ggas be hot, they like teachers in meeting
and i’m taking your life if you give me a reason, uh
[verse]
d+mn
you got a stick, then just show it off
bag ’em, he thinking we cool, i’ma throw it all
i see my vic, drac’ taking his shoulder off
chasing him down, he gon’ need some albuterol
that n+gga died, and them n+ggas thought he knew it all
can’t stop spinning till i see a shooter fall
when you was down bad on yo’ d+ck, you like “who to call?”
say you be having, but can’t even pass the ball
g23 got me shooting like basketball
sticking sh+t up, me and rell tryn’ have it all
f+ckin’ for hours, i popped me a adderall
n+ggas be leeching, they not in my catalog
get in that room, he gon’ fold like a chair
.357 glock, feel like it’s rare
and wherever i see you, i’m leaving you there
put the beam on the glock and it’s green like a pear
he was talking too tough, now his man in the air
we bout to roll up another one, pass ’em
ain’t have my iron back, then i’ma glass em
and this ain’t no save+a+lot, i’m bout to bag ’em
too many shots, let a f+ck n+gga have ’em
hit for them racks in the safe, i’ma stash ’em
catch what’s+his+name, i’ma tag ’em
(?) the driver, you know we ain’t crashin’
[hook]
i ain’t them other n+ggas, more advanced
hop out wit that gl!ck, tell him show me his hands
and when sh+t go bad, you gon’ see who your man
and the feds tried biltz, hit the corner, i ran
we got drac’s, they came from iran
i’m cooking they ass, i don’t need me no pan
how you gon’ hop in that car and you don’t got a plan?
how you saying you up and you don’t got a band?
d+mn
n+ggas be broke, they be leeching
quickdraw, it was no point for him reaching
and we switching them cars, just like jeepers, we creeping
uh
i know he a p+ssy, i see him, he bleeding
and we cooking the feds, you should see how we speeding
these n+ggas be hot, they like teachers in meeting
and i’m taking your life if you give me a reason

[outro]
and i’m taking your life , just give me a reason
switch on the glock and it’s switching seasons
n+ggas be+
d+mn, c’mon

- trailglocko lyrics

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