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Glokk40Spaz
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Alex Gabriel Quezada
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OK
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OK
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(Ok is the hardest, I swear to god)
No cap, that's a new tag?
Okay, I fuck with that
(We gone be ok)
Yeah
Poured a four of Wock
Lil Glokk I'm movin' slow as fuck
Bitch can't come if she ain't got friends
If she ain't 'finna fuck all of us
My brothers got a stolen Glock
Got some money just to double up
Huh, came back from the scrap with 15
You know I had to run shit up
He talkin' bout the gang
Know he in trouble with us
She fuck on the gang, no rebuttal with us
Whoa, let them shots fly
You know them boy duck
Nigga get scared fuck
They run they mouth they suckers, yeah, huh
Nigga I shot his ass but he ain't die boy he lucky
Huh, yeah, look at the size of the 7.62
It'll bust your muffin
Look at the size of the 5.56
We ain't running from nothing
Told whoa, when I get outta jail
I'm gonna pop him don't even touch him
He knew before he played with the baby
It'll come with repercussions
These nine millimeter gonna fill his ass up
Just like stuffing
Know if I put it on the mob or GL
That Lil Glokk ain't bluffing
I put a switch on the Gen 5
This hoe be bustin'
It's three of us but you only wanna fuck two
That shit ain't gon' cut it
That hoe for the Swoo you know I gotta dub it
Yeah, it's whatever with your gang
Y'all boys be dropping dead like wild animals
Capo Lo said "eat that plate", you know they dead
I eat them like cannibal
Hop out with the Glock
And I'm creeping around like Annabelle
These niggas be telling on me
And I'll never tell
Baby leeching on me and I never cared
Never run from the smoke I was always there
Frontline with the stick nigga gon blow
Get on that boy ass
Nigga wasn't talking bout no joke
Nigga talkin' bout the mob
His ass get smoke just like a pole
These niggas they lame as fuck
They can't hang out like ropes
Know we move that shit like dope
J on the east side steal a lil coke
And DK and vampires still loc
I got niggas that be shooting shit can't be seen on camera
You will never know, huh
All these bitches on go, huh
You think you got your bitch on lock
I bet your bitch gon' go
Oh bitch you think your boyfriend hot
You know we gon' pop at his fro
These niggas they get crossed out
Lil Glokk done wrote the death note
These niggas they so pussy
And they get washed out just like soap
Yeah, nigga it is what it is
Huh, I walked out of jail nigga I wish
Damn boy, rob his boat then that car get flip
Take him through the swamp
Like little bitch, look at my drip
I'm gon' catch his ass and pop him
Nigga, I'm not picky
Yeah, I like the regular draco
But that micro minion
I mean nigga I fuck with your gang
But nigga my gang killing
BL, 4L
Vampire
Take your ass through the swamp
Free Lil BJ, Free King 30, Free Ju Glizzy
Free all the Whoa's
Free Don Wick, Free Domo, Free Don Hush
(We gone be ok)
Writer(s): Spaz Oso Angelo, Ok
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