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letra de pop out - glock osama

{intro}
(gang)
(you know wha i’m saying, i’m in this b-tch with 8 degrees?)
(this b-tch turnt up?)

verse 1 — {luh cobra}
my n-gga fly like a pilot (on god), don’t play, we get violent, we pop out with sticks like n-gga
pull up with them glizzys, you know how we do it, my n-ggas they ready to blitz
i’m on they ass like a ticket, i’m standing on business, aim at the ground, we ain’t aim at the ceiling (ain’t aim at the ceiling)
a f-ck n-gga gon play, he gon die, we shoot at this b-tch like fourth of july
imma stay when i’m tired, these n-ggas not slide, imma pop out with them sticks and fye
and we burning your ties, if you reach for these vvs, you die, if you reach for the gun, you gon cry
i done pop out with them glizzys and stitches, pop out with glock and we leave out a mission (on gang)
we slide on yo ass, give a f-ck ’bout a mission (i don’t care)
we k!ll everybody, give a f-ck ’bout a stitching, f-ck it, i might just slide with the drum (imma slide)
n-gga play around with the gang, swear we go dumb (on god)

verse 1 — {glock osama}
and we gon shoot at your mind, i get a reb at a time, ain’t come straight from the slime
i want a big one done ain’t know that we said it, ain’t business, hop out the cutta, we straight up, we spinning
i feel like stix, cause everything tinted (everything tinted on god)
aim out the glizzys, hop out cutta, we blessing
i got pills, you know that i’m t–zy? i put some back in
i see a opp take them? do what it do, he thought i was lacking (on god)
i put some back in, i got a gun, you know that i’m flashing
ain’t gotta blunt?, no gun not passing
i spit at you when i’m rapping, aye, you got a gun and won’t blow, and we gon blow off a no
she give me tongue, give me throat, i’m in this b-tch ’bout the top
we shooting them glocks and we gon shoot at them cars (on god)
verse 2 — {luh cobra}
(aye glock osama)
(aye cobra?)
all of these b-tch want blues, we uping the score
choppa gettin’ out of control, we get em in, get em gone, moving da low, f-ck it
i know that they know we be the ones putting known?
my city, my bro, they got my bell like a coal? they got my bell like a car?
you play than you die, imma stay fast, no lie
my eyes fell out at party? they thought i was flaw?
doing pull in blah chaw? can’t lie, was doin on trop minute
i ran, took out my bust (faw) (faw) (faw)

- glock osama

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