letra de yess - glokk40spaz
[intro]
(that boy jdolla go c-c-crazy)
[verse]
i was locked in chain gang, i had me a flock
i ain’t have no bl!ck, i had a lock in the sock
her p-ssy was blitz, she had to give me some top
i ain’ roddy ricch, i got the stick out the box
money stand real d-mn tall, like blocks
kicked out the door, how that n-gga got knocked
i bought a new glock and i shoot like a jock
b-tch, you ain’ nothin’, you need to stop
p-p-police, buddy got stuck in the system
havin’ them hoes, i’m finna f-ck on his sister
you ain’t no shooter, you a disser
glokk, money on they head, these n-ggas too little
c-county jail, i was seein’ news on my visit
get high, n-gga tryn’ fye up the blizzy
black pendant her neck, and she talm’ ’bout it tickle
n-gga won’t pick up his cеll, i think that n-gga got sickle
huh, and my bullet, just came out thе gristle
who want some smoke?, him or you? ain’t no different
i pull out the drac’, and then i get to trippin’
strikin’, and yeah, i had bought the ho’ fendi
he ain’t breakin’ sh-t down, he stingy
had to get her out my face, she gettin’ clingy
automatic, i pop out with that semi
n-ggas turn on you, cringey like timmy
and your b-tch eatin’ d-ck, just like denny’s
put my d-ck in her mouth like a dentist
say you got money, but you don’t spend it
my money tall as f-ck, catch a n-gga, swole his ass like cinnabon
wrap on my head, and i feel like a nun
just talked to wick, and i’m feelin’ like john
[chorus]
n-n-ggas get active over here, that’s on god
she got the super head, we f-cked in the loft
catch one then, all you do is just talk
y-you keep on dissin’, but ain’t spinnin’ no block
y-yes, i got some drank in my spot
yes, i got my block on lock
yes, then she gon’ eat up the c-ck
yes, i got that stick with the stock
[verse 2]
m-my brothers some demons, they want in on everything
broke as h-ll, tryin’ to sn-tch a diamond chain
get some get back, you ain’t gon’ die in vain
and you hatin’ cause i got my own lane
she suck a d-ck so good, she like four brains
don’t die behind that, tryin’ get you some stain
i’m tryin’ to scr-p flats, i got back to plain jain
lower point of my life, i ain’t gon’ back to chain gang
d-did ’em downbad now he changin’ his name
he ran up on me, then i shot him like dame
take that b-tch undercover, like i’m caine
stop cappin’, you know that we on that
stop cappin’, you know we gon’ blow back
[chorus]
n-ggas get active over here, that’s on god
she got the super head, we f-cked in the loft
catch one then, all you do is just talk
y-you keep on dissin’, but ain’t spinnin’ no block
y-yes, i got some drank in my spot
yes, i got my block on lock
yes, then she gon’ eat up the c-ck
yes, i got that stick with the stock
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