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letra de life on the line - glokk40spaz

[verse 1]
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with the gang cause we pull up with choppas and taking yo chain
cause when ebg pull up with choppas you know that you done we ain’t saying no names
i was in the galore when yall ran out the store, try to rob me i’m lighting the flame
i’ma rapper but don’t get it twisted lil n-gga, ain’t sh-t for the chain, for the fame
i’m thugin’ 4l, i don’t need me a shooter no scope on the gun i got aim
i’m a 80 round, ebg k!ller lil n-gga, now give me the code to the safe
if you wanna be hard, you gon leave with a scar, have you walk out the trap like a jake
that hoe wanna kiss me but i told her “no, no” cause back then i would bust on her face
ain’t working no 9 to 5, b-tch i got trap bands
clip so long had to buy me a backpack
with or without yall im finna get payback
creep through your hood on the block when it’s pitchblack
slide broad day, give a f-ck where the time at
put his ass down, made his body a flapjack
wanna die? put my name on your new disstrack
talkin’ too hot, i won’t talk, i’m not in to that
p-ssy ass n-gga can’t come to my residence
pockets too fat, b-tch i’m havin’ dead presidents
strapped with designer i call it trap etiquette
strapped up, sticked up, just like a soldier is
the whole block, blow it down like a clarinet
pick up the cookie with sticks in the kitchen
pack or die, n-gga you got the wrong mindset
pick up the yhoppa and shoot a opp section
[verse 2]
i put a f-ck n-gga on a highlight reel
and i’m riding, i don’t give a f-ck how you feel
grabbin’ the metal, i’m touching the steel and i eat n-ggas plate it could be their last meal
and i’m not finna speak on the n-ggas i k!lled, but just know that im on the block thuggin’ forreal
b-tch i’m 80 round ebg in the feild
if i leave em’ behind then the fake gon reveal
if they say that it’s smoke then i’m spinnin’ the wheel i got og and wock ima open the seal
i link up with your og when i’m in brazil
if you live by the gun guarantee you gon peel
when i smoke i go up to the moon like o’neal
i take off on the plug in a automobile, and i pass the drug test poppin’ these little pills
and im striking cars just like a muhf-ckin’ street
ain’t poppin’ no percs but im poppin’ them jiggas, i up the glock up ima stand ten toes
man this n-gga a fool tryna die bout a hoe, she was sucking my d-ck last week in the yo
yeah, that p-ssy ass n-gga he was jackin’ my flow
i was f-ckin’ that b-tch made her ass hit the woah
40 sticked at backup at the wheel before i go, ima beat the pack up with the d-mn combo

[verse 3]
he think he gon slide on us, he think he gon line us up
cause i do not hide for none, is you tryna die or what?
yeah some n-ggas switched on us and you got yo tailor tucked
yo ass better get some revenge, yo ass better slide on us while you got the chance
don’t make me pop out and hit you and your mans
i been in beenhill since the muhf-ckin’ sand
i pop a perc 5, up the glocks, then i ran
i pop a perc 10 spend a band in j-pan

- glokk40spaz

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