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Yeah, ah, ahh Glocki Yeah, yeah, uhh sh*t Now I'm that n***a with the bag, all the hoes tryna come back and have a n***a babies Yeah these VVs shining hella hard, now these hoes tryna treat me like a young n***a Jay-Z Know a lotta' n***as mad that they ain't me, so I never tote a gun with the safety When I pick up that mop and line up the opps b*t*h I be shootin' like K-D What's the word? Ain't talking money then it's for the birds Big bad Glock tryna put in work I can get a n***a rocked take 'em off the Earth They want me to fall, go wait on it They see how I ball, they hate on it I ain't droppin' no calls, that K on me You gon' get hit in yo face homie I been waitin' for a pu**y n***a come and test me I'ma wet 'em up like a jetski I been snipin' n***as like I'm Wesley (Ye, ye, ye) Spin on this block with my bestie Glock .23 i'ma shoot till it's empty Added the switch to this b*t*h 'Cause boy I ain't playin', get 'em gone in the jiffy Remember them days I was dead broke Now a n***a flood out the bando Ready for war, we got ammo 187 I step fo' Remember them days I was dead broke Now a n***a flood out the bando Ready for war, we got ammo 187 I step fo' Ooo, 187 I step fo' Yeah, 187 I step fo' Ooo, 187 I step fo' Yeah, ready for war, we got ammo Am făcut mili, acu' vreau un miliard, yeah Frații-s familia Avem zăpadă, vanilia Vin după tine mai rău ca-n Sicilia, aye Stai, bagă linia, ya Care sunt primii, ya Te desenează ca Mandy și Billy, ya Nu stau cu chiria Nu port Amiri, ya Calculatoare de bani fără Myria O fut cu frate-miu, cred c-am corupt-o (Corupt-o) Asta-i idee preconcepută Nu-s Chupa Chups, da' cu mine ți-ai supt-o Am planete, stele-n cap, Pluto Papă pula, gust-o Fute-o, sare-n lustră Numa' pizde naturale, c*m te cheamă Giusto Stai departe șusto Tare ca o crustă C*m intră pe ușă, îi bag pula pă sub fustă Remember them days I was dead broke Now a n***a flood out the bando Ready for war, we got ammo 187 I step fo' Remember them days I was dead broke Now a n***a flood out the bando Ready for war, we got ammo 187 I step fo' Ooo, 187 I step fo' Yeah, 187 I step fo' Ooo, 187 I step fo' Yeah, ready for war, we got ammo I'd rather sit in front 12 than carried by 6, 'cause I'ma make the bail Doin' hits by myself, 'cause one thing's for certain, I'll never tell This a Glock not a keltec, I know it a never fail Try to run and you gettin' stretched, they can't visit you in hell N***a you cappin', boy yo a** soft, you ain't hurt nobody N***a you lackin', shootin' off top you ain't got time to c*ck it Yeah, sendin' n***as up like a rocket, uh Boy you better not got pocket, uh B*t*h you ain't a opp, you a target B*t*h we here to put you in the bag like a market They said the reaper comin' Tell the boys that I'm already here Not in the NBA But somehow I'm the shooter of the year I heard they plottin' on me But they know I really don't care 'Cause God be the only man that I fear
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