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trenchbaby 67 - shooter in the glass room lyrics

[intro: trenchbaby 67]
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)
yeah… ayy, yeah, yeah, uh+huh
ayy dmac, turn me up (boom)
yeah, brrrt, brrrt
67th sh+t, b+tch (b+tch), yeah

[chorus]
i saw a shooter in the glass room (boom!)
he ain’t see me creepin’ with that mac too (p+ssy)
had to duck, had to blink, then i clapped dude (clapped him!)
put his brains on the sink, that’s a bad move (boom!)
yeah, these demons got me tweakin’ when i black out (rah!)
had that .30 in my coat, but i brought the strap out (b+tch)
told lil’ brodie don’t flinch, we gon’ max out (let’s go)
left his homie on the couch with his back out (boom!)

[verse 1]
backdoor season, b+tch, i’m slidin’ with the pipe on me (grrah)
if i catch you lackin’ in that glass room, it’s over, g (done)
heard he snitched, now he twitchin’ in his rover seat (f+ck boy)
b+tch, i’m rollin’ like i’m off three xans and a pint of lean (i’m fried)
this draco ain’t no prop, you gon’ feel the beam
f+ck the feds, f+ck the opps, and your whole team (p+ssy)
i ain’t never ran from beef, i just upped the smoke (boom)
caught him while he snortin’, left his nose broke (bah!)
yeah, i put his mama in that black dress (uh+huh)
told her, “that’s what happen when your son flex” (facts)
don’t tell me chill, i need bodies for this real stress (on gang)
ayy, trenchbaby, not no rookie, i was born vexed (rah!)
[chorus]
i saw a shooter in the glass room (glass room)
he ain’t see me creepin’ with that mac too (mac too)
had to duck, had to blink, then i clapped dude (bah+bah!)
put his brains on the sink, that’s a bad move (b+tch)
yeah, these demons got me tweakin’ when i black out (brrrt)
had that .30 in my coat, but i brought the strap out (strap out)
told lil’ brodie don’t flinch, we gon’ max out (boom+boom)
left his homie on the couch with his back out (grrah!)

[verse 2]
look, i was posted on the 7th with my hoodie down (67th!)
heard his name, now we spinnin’ like the merry+go+round (go!)
p+ssy+boy was on live, now he underground (stupid)
don’t need no mask, i want them b+tches to see my frown (facts)
look me in the face before i dump the tool (bang!)
i don’t play, i’ll send a pastor through your sunday school (b+tch!)
this a war zone, mama cryin’ on the evening news
all that cappin’ got him whacked out his nike shoes (done!)
we don’t do no drive+bys, we just walk up (walk up)
if his cousin jumpin’ in, he get chalked up (on gang)
glass room, now that b+tch full of sh+ll casings (brrrt)
caught him standin’ still, now his soul vacant (boom!)

[chorus]
i saw a shooter in the glass room (glass room)
he ain’t see me creepin’ with that mac too (mac too)
had to duck, had to blink, then i clapped dude (clapped!)
put his brains on the sink, that’s a bad move (bad move)
yeah, these demons got me tweakin’ when i black out (rah!)
had that .30 in my coat, but i brought the strap out (grrah!)
told lil’ brodie don’t flinch, we gon’ max out (max out)
left his homie on the couch with his back out (back out)
[outro]
trenchbaby 67, yeah
glass room murder, yeah
real sh+t, ayy, brrrt
otf 67th, b+tch

- trenchbaby 67 lyrics

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