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glockboy bobo - come get yo stick back lyrics
[intro]
you miss me?
h_ll nah, i need some head
sh_t (they got wooskii on the mix)
you gon’ give me some head?
is you gon’ give me some head? the f_ck?
nope
everybody on that car, if we see tints, might get to shootin’ (brrt)
why is you in my face? you just was broke, ho, why you choosin’?
i’m so lit, so they gon’ diss of course, that’s why they losin’
labels tryna sn_tch me, i don’t wanna take sh_t, though, i’m just boolin’ (boolin’)
[chorus]
i just jumped his gate, come get your stick back (come get your stick back)
i don’t give no f_ck who got ups on me, i bet i bl!ck back (i bet i bl!ck back)
took his b_tch, she fell in love with me now, so he can’t hit that (no, hе can’t hit that)
your brother died, you ain’t slide not onе time, go get your l!ck back
i ain’t got no type, i ain’t gon’ lie, me and foenem dog hoes (you know we dog hoes)
he f_cked, i f_cked, then bro f_cked, basically, we ball hoes
switch up on my glock, so when it burst, he gon’ catch all those (grrt)
used to be a gangster and then he told, what you call those?
[verse]
if i up my bl!ck, doc up too, he might shoot, though (but he might blam)
why you tell jania you cut me off? b_tch, i let you go (b_tch, stop cap)
i’m the hottest comin’ out the ‘raq right now, they knew, though (they knew that)
i understand you say you was with your b_tch, i would’ve blew, though
yeah, he did pop out that cut, but he missed
caught a body and beat it in the trenches, that sh_t ain’t stick (that sh_t ain’t stick)
who off_limits? that sh_t dead, they took my brodie out this sh_t (let’s do it)
switch the whips when we go drill, leave the hot car, then we dip (skrrt)
i ain’t sign no deal, but when i do, i’m pullin’ up lam’ truck (we pull up lam’ truck)
he said we wouldn’t slide and now he, uh, that lil’ boy dead, uh (that n_gga what?)
they don’t believe that sh_t, man, they just rap, talkin’ ’bout they scared us (n_ggas ain’t scared sh_t)
let me troll, i won’t respond no more, they tryna fed us
sent his ass up top to greet him, said he miss his dog (he miss him)
i don’t got no time for n_ggas, i really play ball (let’s do it)
like my hoes short and thick, think i f_cked one b_tch too tall
she say she been work, been in the trenches, i ain’t even call (i ain’t even call)
clay was tryna go spin before i popped out, uh_uh, scoot over (scoot over)
f_cked his bop and i ain’t even use no condom, slide way bogus (i’m slide way bogus)
put my best friend on my opp, think with his d_ck, just get him close (ooh)
can’t go to jail no more, i risk it all sometimes, but i be focused (you know that)
dissin’ on the ‘net, he ain’t get smoked, but he got shot (but he got shot)
i get active and i rap and still be on my block
how you mad ’cause i be f_ckin’ like that lil’ b_tch ain’t no thot? (goofy)
threw his life away, don’t play with me, bro, i put sh_t on spot (ayy)
[chorus]
i just jumped his gate, come get your stick back (come get your stick back)
i don’t give no f_ck who got ups on me, i bet i bl!ck back (brr)
took his b_tch, she fell in love with me now, so he can’t hit that (no, he can’t hit that)
your brother died, you ain’t slide not one time, go get your l!ck back
i ain’t got no type, i ain’t gon’ lie, me and foenem dog hoes
he f_cked, i f_cked, then bro f_cked, basically, we ball hoes
switch up on my glock, so when it burst, he gon’ catch all those (gon’ catch all those)
used to be a gangster and then he told, what you call those? (what you call those?)
[outro]
ayy
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