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letra de close range - glokk40spaz & go.unna

refrain
– finna take off with an eighth on these n-ggas (alright)
trap jumpin’, now i’m ballin’ like the mavericks (wait)
walkin’ down crystal lakes, gettin’ tragic (tragic)
nothin’ active but this sh-t can get dramatic (static)
steady rockin’ wit’ the semi-automatic (yeah)
say he was real, he a b-tch and we knew it (we knew)
say he gon’ k!ll me, so why he ain’t do it (they knew)
my n-ggas pop out with sticks and get to it (we do)
we knock your block off, now we leavin’ em clueless (clueless)
i love dj grenade

oh yeah
(huh? huh?)
thеy don’t know nun’ ’bout this sh-t, n-gga
(f-ck n-gga, twin glocks, n-gga, 709 sh-t, n-gga)
twin glock sh-t, n-gga
(big nino)
with that nina, for real
(coa to the death of mе, on god)
oh yeah
coa

chorus
two glocks, walk down, won’t play (play)
three deep, two glocks, one k (k)
close range, knock a n-gga toupee (‘pee)
don’t run, walk down, too late (on god)
i don’t got time to go play with these n-ggas (h-ll nah)
f-ck it, let’s load up the k on these n-ggas (let’s load)
stompin’ on that, b-tch, i stay on these n-ggas (okay)
i’m finna take off with an eighth on these n-ggas (alright)
trap jumpin’, now i’m ballin’ like the mavericks (wait)
walkin’ down crystal lakes, gettin’ tragic (tragic)
nothin’ active but this sh-t can get dramatic (static)
steady rockin’ wit’ the semi-automatic (yeah)
say he was real, he a b-tch and we knew it (we knew)
say he gon’ k!ll me, so why he ain’t do it (they knew)
my n-ggas pop out with sticks and get to it (we do)
we knock your block off, now we leavin’ em clueless (clueless)
verse 1: go.unna
semi-automatic (‘matic)
come to crystal lakes, this sh-t can get tragic (on god)
got my own way and my money be stackin’ (it’s havin’)
rubber band man and my pockets, i’m havin’ (i’m havin’)
all of my n-ggas, the gang, yeah, the faction (faction)
rock life fit, so i’m trappin’ in fashion (the fashion)
if you want a verse or a pack then i’m taxin (ya’ lackin’)
your life wasn’t for me, i just had to pass ya’ (on god)
yeah, we them better guys, f-ck berretta guys
bang the glizzy as exercise (on god)
and the sh-t that we do, we don’t televise (why not)
why the f-ck are these rap n-ggas tellin lies? (lies)
kick the hoes out the trap, they was gettin’ high (high)
tryna f-ck for a gram, b-tch, you gettin’ by (by)
these n-ggas want me dead, why i grip the fire (fire)
said you takin’ me off, you a f-ckin’ lie (lie)
i’m makin’ money, they thinkin’ it’s funny, you know that this trappin’ ain’t never stop (it ain’t never stop)
double g, glizzy, gangster, you know that i’m glidin’ (glidin’)
tell a n-gga what’s crackin’, let’s get it poppin’ (let’s pop)
got a drum in a pole i can’t wait to c-ck (on god)
clean fit, but the dirty stick in my pocket (what’s goin’)
they like, “what type of pole you got in your pocket?”
i can’t wait to show ’em it’s a f-ckin’ rocket

chorus
two glocks, walk down, won’t play (play)
three deep, two glocks, one k (k)
close range, knock a n-gga toupee (‘pee)
don’t run, walk down, too late (on god)
i don’t got time to go play with these n-ggas (h-ll nah)
f-ck it, let’s load up the k on these n-ggas (lah-lay)
stompin’ on that, b-tch, i stay on these n-ggas (okay)
i’m finna take off with an eighth on these n-ggas (alright)
trap jumpin’, now i’m ballin’ like the mavericks (wait)
walkin’ down crystal lakes, gettin’ tragic (tragic)
nothin’ active but this sh-t can get dramatic (static)
steady rockin’ wit’ the semi-automatic (yeah)
say he was real, he a b-tch and we knew it (we knew)
say he gon’ k!ll me, so why he ain’t do it (they knew)
my n-ggas pop out with sticks and get to it (we do) [it’s dj grenade!]
we knock your block off, now we leavin’ em clueless (clueless)
verse 2: glokk40spaz
pull out that fire and go stupid (whoa)
we put ’em up to be [?] (whoa)
slap ’em with the fire, these p-ssy n-ggas goofy (grr, grr)
prolly finna cry ’cause i just banged my ruger (grr, grr)
30 gang, pop out ’bout my whoa (gang)
i f-ck different b-tches, n-gga, this old soul (soul, n-gga)
pull out the glock, pop a n-gga, they get low (low, n-gga)
pull up, pocket rocket, n-gga, we on go (bang, bang)
shoot a b-tch close range, ’cause we with sumo (bang)
lil’ boy get a million views and steal my flow (mili’)
free lil’ bj, i call him g.i. joe (bj)
i pop out ’bout 30, know i’m in my mode (grr)
b-tch i hang with the gang, you know we got that road (grr, grr)
shawty washed up, can’t even f-ck that pole (grr)
real don dada, or the real old soul (grr)
she call me her papa but i move like pope (grr)
we poppin’ at p-ssy n-ggas, ain’t no joke (joke)
i’m the real vampire, and we shoot at goats (vampire)
screamin’ out “glokk”, crackers just like “go” (scram)
shoot at that boy just to see his soul float (soul, float)

- glokk40spaz go unna

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