Day You Get Left - Glokk40spaz Lyrics
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get me, the day you get left, double f in this b*tch so i came with the mob
and this draco on me got em’ jumpin and glitchin, potato barrel get em’ off
and this glizzy on me i ain’t goin out bad bout this b*tch so i keep me a saw
and its etk, rtk pull up we takin’ everything yall n*ggas know what im on
trackdown 50, got get you a smith and weston with a 30
he talkin’ all hot we ain’t showin no mercy
walkdown b*tches tweakin off the perkys
infrared beam on the kel tec, lurkin’
hoe like to f*ck me thats how we be flirtin’
n*ggas be tellin’ right behind the curtain
put the fye on em’ n*gga thats for certain, gang, gang
[verse 1]
shot em in the face, the b*tch start squirmin’
wanna be gang you gotta put the work in
put in that work, i might just put the word in
ain’t loving no b*tch a n*gga started curving
run out the trap a n*gga started serving
think im a p*ssy? got the wrong person
no on my body leave a n*gga hurtin’
glock stay tight to me just like a virgin
that n*gga keep lookin’, push*up, what’s the issue?
them boys havin’ shootouts that was confidential
slime the plug out, wipe his nose with the tissue
rob the n*gga store just like a pencile
ain’t go to school i ain’t touching utensils
when i’m in the bitty touching on pistols
glock got cycle, n*gga i ain’t gentle
got out the buick, 40 turn em’ mental
[chorus]
get me, the day you get left, double f in this b*tch so i came with the mob
and this draco on me got em’ jumpin and glitchin, potato barrel get em’ off
and this glizzy on me i ain’t goin out bad bout this b*tch so i keep me a saw
and its ebk, rtk pull up we takin’ everything yall n*ggas know what im on
trackdown 50, got get you a smith and weston with a 30
he talkin’ all hot we ain’t showin no mercy
walkdown b*tches tweakin off the perkys
infrared beam on the kel tec, lurkin’
hoe like to f*ck me thats how we be flirtin’
n*ggas be tellin’ right behind the curtain
put the fye on em’ n*gga thats for certain, gang, gang
[verse 2]
sissy ass n*gga, boy he sentimental
rtk n*ggas chase em out the temple
where at shootas band in like a pretzel
keep me a rocket, i ain’t finna let em
me and kilo bein’ riders forever
came to the hood he got put in a blender
that’s what you get for tryna be a stepper
stay out the way, cause we applying pressure
don’t f*ck with no n*ggas thats why i keep semi*autos in my hand
bad lil b*tch, i treat her like a fan
talkin’ that hot, i pop em’ of a xan
we with the n*ggas kickin’ jackie chan
me and lilo we ain’t f*ckin with jake
free all my brothers locked up in the can
kilo be touching n*ggas with the pan
wishing he would, i’m wishing that he ran
i was the n*gga poppin’, rubberband
i was the n*gga poppin’ for a band
d*mn i hit em’, yo i’m finna go ham
then i hit yo man for 38 gram
keep me a glizzy, giving him a chance
don’t wanna beat a n*gga thats the plan
told my lil b*tch that i love her to death, but i see other hoes from time and time again
shot em a pistol, feelin’ like a man
chain gang, f*ck em, goin’ back again
you ain’t touchin’ my brother better switch the plan
shoulda got hot, turnin’ on the fan
i got too hot, i shoulda got a tan
friendly ass n*gga, make a n*gga change
i found a thug and making b*tches glance yeah, on god
f*ck a fingerprint ain’t finna get scammed
me and my glizzy itchin’ off the ram
gotta block out ain’t watch the n*gga ran
shoot at a opp, but n*gga its a spam
failed all my t’s, n*gga f*ck an exam
40.’s and 20.’s make a n*gga dance
slime me a n*gga, now i’m touchin’ boogers
ain’t gon lie i fell in love with a hooker
she ate the d*ck up, i don’t know how i took her
big .45 turn em’ to a cookie
bad lil thot, i don’t know i shook her
shot at the three, i’m shooting devin booker
boy tried to rob me n*gga he a rookie
smokin’ on purp and im smoking on cookie
3 clips long put em in a movie
she ate the d*ck up she thought it was a smoothie
new glock 40. touchin’ on a toolie
true bands on me feelin’ like im truie, gang
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