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glokk40spaz - critical lyrics
[verse 1: glokk40spaz & go.unna]
play with this sh_t cause this sh_t gon’ get physical
baby life steppa, they ready get rid of you
keep talking hot, boy your ma gon’ be missing you
take a lil sh_t we only take w’s
run your ass down, h_ll nah we don’t f_ck with you
young n_gga popped a perc, ian even comfortable
tell ya, ya b_tch ate the d_ck up like lunchables
walked in the bank, then i walked out with pocket food
young n_gga crashing out, n_gga, boy you the fool
[?], come to the trap they like dog food
huh, yeah, ebg sh_t man that money keep flowing
take his ass off like lil bro what you toting
we act like that p_ssy boy, we ain’t folding
i walk with the ak on my right shoulder
we know that he snitching might just have to roll him
just like my bankroll we leave that n_gga rolling
she like my new whip, the motherf_cker stolen
223 hit his neck that motherf_cker choking
i’m all in this sh_t i ain’t talking poker
shoot your sh_t up give a f_ck who your folks is
pull out that 22 you ain’t gon blow sh_t
baby life sh_t n_gga come get some
nine hoes white, n_gga, sh_t a1
post up with the cinco my n_gga got draco
that f_cking [?] it bust your potato
i’m still young pablo, don’t call me diego
shoot you in your face it get bent like a [?]
drop down with the stick, i ain’t pick up no pencil
it’s a hunnid round drum in this b_tch leave you mental
we hit a lil l!ck and this sh_t exponential
pull out the choppa don’t do fundamentals
get the f_ck out the trap, can’t pay yo rent hoe
pillow talk to the b_tch, you got me bent bro
only safe one, i’m the real oso
glock 23 they gon’ take your soul
on p_ssy n_gga you get no hunchos
[verse 2: babysolid]
ebg got sticks like gi joe
don’t play with this sh_t, you gonna get rolled
this baby life sh_t, we taking your hoe
them k!llers gon run in your home
my gang got my back like a bone
f_ck n_gga what is you on
the glock came with two_tone
and these glocks got d_cks but no hormones
we sent his ass up like a drone
finna slide on the opps, gotta cut off my phone
bring the wrap with the plug, get it in get it gone
everyday band gang got sticks, trombone
put you in the grave, f_ck up the tombstone
can’t come to my hood, that’s a no fly zone
we spin on the opps like a f_cking cyclone
that b_tch she a thot, finna give me deepthroat
the draco, the nine don’t know what to tote
baby life vampire real cutthroat
i’m in the hood with the stick in my trenchcoat
hit with the fire, watch him fold like an envelope
and we got the sticks like an antelope
i’m hopping the fence like a jumprope
[?] with a telescope
knock down your door like a domino
got a bad b_tch like i’m romeo
hooligan rip through your chromosomes
chop with the rope, chris jericho
jumped down with the stick like picasso
shooter pull up in the poncho
making sh_t clap like i’m bravo
drunk as the f_ck i poured a whole bottle
i pulled a trump card like the f_cking [?]
them boys talking sh_t make a f_ck n_gga
they know what i’m on man this sh_t’ll get hostile
and i’m in her mouth like some muhf_cking tonsils
that b_tch suck d_ck and swallow
gun him down
went to your block got hunnid rounds
got called up he out of bounds
the opp, 3.5 i’m breaking down
we’ll turn your block into a ghost town
real vampires so i f_ck with the bloodhounds
i’m on that block all day till the sun down
he think he tough, gon feel this gunpowder
yeah, yeah, yeah
baby life
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