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You Not Da Only 1

Glokk40Spaz
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Ayy, Chapo Talkin' that Glock, talkin' that nasty Brrr Damn, Trgc made that? Woo Yeah, yeah Nigga we trap too, nigga, you the only one trappin' out a band-o Who the fuck said GLBL runnin' out of ammo? Ran in a opp house with a stick, niggas dressin' up, they in camo And these bitches think they smart, these hoes get played like piano Widebody parked in the parking garage Man, BLK, man, to the boy Lambo Man, I chose this lifestyle, man, this shit was a gamble When we huntin' the opps like animals, man, we preying on mammals I ain't trippin', nigga, only thing I had Man, I had to pour them deuces and Snapple I ain't trippin', I'ma just get your bitch ass whacked if you tattle Kilo go whack 'cause that nigga keep totin' that crack shit Me and King 30 on the east side, man, we chase a fake crip Can't say too much, I'm still fightin' them cases If he say too much, I'm gon' find him and face him Ruger don't work, man, this bitch too basic Bag right there, man, you know I'm gon' chase it I'm tryna get one under my belt Skrrt the boy neck, man, that boy need help Burn his ass with this Glock, I watch his ass melt When I got this damn fire, call the shots, won't need no ref Playin' the game, shot at your ass, man, boy, your bitch ass blessed We finna spin back quick, we wasn't stressin' In motion slow like Ed, Edd n Eddy Eat that pipe, my Capo say he breakfast Jump in that water, that Glock get stuck like a jellyfish Shoot him in his stomach, that nigga got shit-bagged When they come to rob a nigga, boy, I'm A class, Capo set him Big A go do that job, I'ma do that fast Two glizz down the road, nigga hit Melvin, yeah Woe told me to go over there and go spin They don't, pussy nigga wanna be up here, man, they never gon' win AK bite him like a shark, man, that nigga shrunk Nigga run up bad, dip like a chip Nigga we trap too, nigga, you the only one trappin' out a band-o Who the fuck said GLBL runnin' out of ammo? Ran in a opp house with a stick, niggas dressin' up, they in camo And these bitches think they smart, these hoes get played like piano Widebody parked in the parking garage Man, BLK, man, to the boy Lambo Man, I chose this lifestyle, man, this shit was a gamble When we huntin' the opps like animals, man, we preying on mammals I ain't trippin', nigga, only thing I had Man, I had to pour them deuces and Snapple I ain't trippin', I'ma just get your bitch ass whacked if you tattle