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letra de fuck my opps - glockboy bobo

a-aye yo x9
(grrrr) (grrrrrrr)
they got wooski on the mix
(brrrr)
go
(go go)
(uhhhh)
brrrrr

ask my opps they know who up
saying she done with me i bet she still gon let me f-ck
[?] micro drac and the switch he gone get touched (brrrrr)
headshot faceshot 4 piece man how the f-ck he gonna get rushed (aye)
grrrrr

catch me in public just know my bl!ck on me
these n-ggas wanna be just like blow i told them i’m they big homie
chase em down with chops and sticks he fall i bet we step on him (brrrr)
(uh)

once he fall i bet we s-shhhhh
f-ck my opps ain’t ducking sh-t i said i’m on my bully
name a hoe more blitz then us turn [?] there be glizzy fully
4 5 glock ain’t jam on me i blew this b-tch like woody
they blew back but somebody died an they only saw my hoodie
don’t lie to him if she say she ain’t f-ck me she f-ck my dawg
they on the net with 30’s but won’t pop out and play ball
[?] sucked my d-ck and changed my number now that b-tch can’t call
she ain’t off limits she in my hood these hoes just gonna get [?] bald [?]
hit they block and catch some [?] these n-ggas don’t even play no d
all this fake smoke [?] i bet they ass gone rest in peace
bet they ass gone die playing with my boys who told you smoke ain’t free
we put belt to ass on a daily basis little boy stop playing with me
jump out get em they ain’t even see my face and still was saying its me
i done chased a n-gga with a b-tton he tripped an fell right over his feet
i want [?] to change my number this lil b-tch keep on stalking me
i was in the back with a chop the opps let me out right here ima slide on feet
i done-
i done dripped the wrist and updated the [?] race [?] headtaps for all
ar pistol clap the drac ain’t push me back they think i’m tall (yeah)
tryna reach the crib i got goals for real give me will i [?]
keep on flooding the hood bet n0body think they good
(oh im getting that call)
i put my hands on em
better come save your kid [?] reapthem [?] putting bands on em
hiding behind your screen we k!ll the keyboard k!llers and blam on em
tryna test the switch i ain’t post the blitz but i put that little fan on em
keep tabs on n-ggas i know where he sitting at i threw a band on em

first it was [?] [?] cause they couldn’t get down
romeos and [?] boys the triss like how that sound
switch make a [?] limbo stick put his lips and his chest on the ground
two of them dead only one still living
cops say that’s emission to put it all down
lately i ain’t been that much in the field
i been in my feelings so i ain’t been round (come on)
really man how you say you been out [?] [?] [?]

- glockboy bobo

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