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wal blixk - gwokk lyrics

[intro: wal blixk]
ah, n+gga, ah
ltf sh+t, n+gga
floxks to lots
lots to floxks, goes both ways, n+gga
like, i throw a shot, n+gga, y’all know the rest

[chorus: wal blixk]
i got a gun i could never get picked on
any n+gga sayin’ lo gettin’ picked off
every spiig that i see gettin’ cl!cked on
like, she be tweakin’ a lot how she lift off
kick me a pencil to dump out this lead
oh that’s him, i could tell by the dreads
rock him, he say he smokin’ my dead
i be smokin’ on tony, caught one to the head
look, they tryna play me
how many deads humble got, n+gga, crazy
shizz, boom, tony, tussle, hold on
how i forget about jamie
y’all head is buss
briscoe talkin’ not doin’ enough
n+gga, qg and man could’ve been in a blunt
i’ma [?] if you’re not one of us
and i’m big lots to floxks we’ll come in a rush
where you at jah woo?
the things that you sayin’ in your raps not true
humble you g+y, you could’ve [?] but instead you strippin’ that dude
we in the 80z, we tryna troop
jdot [?] got floxked at he gotta move
etho a p+ssy, don’t mention mg, n+gga, go ask garren how many i threw
look, dior lackin’ in school wit’ his dead ass
n+gga, f+ck [?] wit’ his rat ass
on bro he was snitchin’ on camera
like, n+gga told on the [?] he not deadass
i’ll fl!ck by the d’z, i’m a badass
i know i be jokin’ but right now i’m deadass
we had rackz run track wit’ his feet
like, he be thinkin’ he black wit’ his white ass
he get put like a skully
tell all them koney n+ggas they not ready
i got a big stick waitin’ for reggie
[?] and [?] got shot by the deli
i told him throw but he throwin’ plenty
i be prayin’ to god, only caught me a leggy
when i put [?] i feel good wit’ my [?]
why the gz suck d+ck go pick up your bestie, like
i’ma show you like this
[verse 2: ebk freddy]
n+gga, i could show you how to walk up and fl!ck, like
like, lightskin baddie takin’ the d+ck
wanna party wit’ us got her man feelin’ sick
i’m in the fields and i’m totin’ my grip
every v that i see i be eyein’ through tints
no you can’t come around if you not takin’ risks ‘cause+
i’m tryna shoot a n+gga make him dance, n+gga
never lackin’, three o in my pants, n+gga
why the f+ck you outside wearin’ slides?
n+ggas gettin’ too comfortable we not in france, n+gga
think he gon’ push up on me? i can merch it on deads that he won’t get the chance, n+gga
it’s a couple that can’t say the same, if you look at me wrong i’ma back out, don’t glance, n+gga
i love me a bird but i’m tryna f+ck on a hilla, sh+t fat, what’s the word?
g in her purse, n+ggas cracked lil [?] ‘cause he was trollin’ he died the worst
they be forgettin’ the deads they got
[?] she put a dumbass on a shirt
how the f+ck is you dissin’ the deads, you went out to [?]?
how the f+ck that even work?
just let me know how that happened
in her arm it was breakin’ like fractions
we wasn’t there but we knew that it happened
they tried to front and my bro started blastin’
bdot went out he was sayin’, “what’s crackin’?”
just let me know why the f+ck is you lackin’?
get hit from the back she keep sayin’ i’m packin’
you not one of mine you can die if you staxkin’

- wal blixk lyrics

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