letra de last airbender - glokk40spaz
[intro]
yeah, mhm, (gang), ridin’ with chapo, n-gga, we got the draco, n-gga, we get that cake-o, n-gga (don’t play with him), yeah, (you ain’t talkin’ ’bout glocks? you ain’t talkin’ ’bout none’)
(chapo), yeah (you ain’t talkin’ ’bout glocks? you ain’t talkin’ ’bout none’), hm
[chorus]
ridin’ with chapo, n-gga, huh, we got a draco, n-gga
we gettin’ that cake-o, n-gga
f-ck n-gga ain’t goin’ like [avo?], n-gga
my b-tch gon’ do what i say so, n-gga
quick draw with the glock like django, n-gga
can’t hang with the bank, got no pesos, n-gga
i’m thuggin’, b-tch, i know you catch my drift
huh, i’m with some real deal crips
huh, i’m with some real ass bloods
get a n-gga spinned through the middle like a dutch
shut the f-ck up, this a chrome hearts cut
gl4, i do all my stunts
go for that k!ll, i don’t do fake punts
n-gga a b-tch, he ain’t gon’ roll none’ up but a blunt
[verse]
i been in the crib, chillin’, i had to pop my gun for a month
i make a crash dummy go hit that l!ck, man, i call his ass “rockstar punk”
he in a fishbowl, we in a tint, man, n-gga ain’t finna shoot us
b-tch, i’ma shark, these n-ggas some fish, huh, all my opps gеt flushed
all my hoes heart crushеd
man, i popped at myself, got ’em bussed
with my b-tch ass, b-tch, i gotta go bust
i hit a l!ck on a [?] truck
i’m babylife, n-gga, i want you to say f-ck some’
n-gga, run up 3 deep
pull out glock then drop one
pull out that stick then i drop two
huh, the opps get ate like cashews
put him on fox 5, mama hurt, bad news
n-gga, on mob, n-gga ain’t talm’ ’bout none’
y’all n-ggas ain’t talm’ ’bout none’
on the mob, y’all n-ggas could’ve been had spun
i would’a leave the streets, but, n-gga, i’m still not done
lil’ glokk40 hit his b-tch ass with a red tip
pull out that choppa, get airlift
took his b-tch ass on that ride, now his ass car seat
n-gga ain’t come outside, now we gotta barge in
now i wanna be in the jungle with apes like i’m tarzan
serve him a shot, man, he call me a bartender
glock did a avatar, think it’s last airbender
i’m tryna f-ck on yo’ friend ’cause she look better
[chorus]
ridin’ with chapo, n-gga, huh, we got a draco, n-gga
we gettin’ that cake-o, n-gga
f-ck n-gga ain’t goin’ like [avo?], n-gga
my b-tch gon’ do what i say so, n-gga
quick draw with the glock like django, n-gga
can’t hang with the bank, got no pesos, n-gga
i’m thuggin’, b-tch, i know you catch my drift
huh, i’m with some real deal crips
huh, i’m with some real ass bloods
get a n-gga spinned through the middle like a dutch
shut the f-ck up, this a chrome hearts cut
gl4, i do all my stunts
go for that k!ll, i don’t do fake punts
n-gga a b-tch, he ain’t gon’ roll none’ up but a blunt
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