letra de poltergeist - glokk40spaz
[verse]
we done trapped out the whole house
ain’t no kangaroo, but i put the gen 5 in the pouch
i dont use no lube, when i f-ck that b-tch, p-ssy water fountain
baby life real vamp, ready, shoot n-gga, watch your mouth
i told that f-ck n-gga, i’ll pull the stick out right now
we ain’t stuntin on n-gga, pull up to his block, sh-t a ghost town
vamp to the glock, fan his ass down
one stop shop, trapped the whole pound
2 glocks on me in stone mountain
2 gun sound shoot it i get [?]
bit dont got no safety, pop it it get loud
treat him like a [?]
pull out the lil pocket rocket he get burned
im f-ckin yo b-tch n-gga wait yo turn
i will stab a f-ck n-gga then watch his ass squirm
we not wiping no n-gga the n-gga [?]
he talk crazy on instagram, pop at his perm
gl4, but b-tch i get busy
in thе woods with a stick like a godd-mn grizzly
we shoot at his feet get to jumpin likе crickets
i dunk on my opp like im miles bridges
i be with some ride or dies
you p-ssy n-gga you be with some dead flies
n-gga f-ck your dead guys
i [?] just like poltergeist
i f-cked the b-tch once, even though im twice
you be round some c-nts n-gga i despise
we rollin up blunts just to get high
we not playin tough n-gga roll the dice
popped a couple n-gga [?] still think we p-ssy
p-ssy n-gga jumpin when he see fye
call that boy a toad or call his ass yoshi
on my momma we ain’t goin [?] not worried bout that boy kobe
[?] shoot his ass just like ginóbili
im not tryna f-ck her, my partner can f-ck on you you can go f-ck on my homie
n-gga ain’t play bout that whoadie
n-gga poppin out with [?]
imma pop my gun n-gga ain’t no phony
yeah this a rental but i [?]
baby like band gang ain’t no foldin
the cops only know what you told em
you know that i shoot the stick dolo
and i take off the [?] its a polo
still [?] still gon trip bout lil jojo
[?] certain sh-t they dont go for
betta not talk bout my camp thats on god i go loko
karate chop sh-t with that stick in the dojo
and we take b-tches down in the back of the condo
put his ass in the grave, like im john doe
[?] you on the same sh-t, what you pay yo bond for
gotta get back to the streets, cause n-gga they say they want smoke
lil ebg locked up and this sh-t ain’t no joke
rich n-gga in the cell i dont just [?]
man go to the store, just so i can pour a d-mn 4
can’t go like pablo we gon shoot out [?]
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