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Picking Up Daisy's
Glokk40Spaz
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(Oh my gosh, is this Holliewood?)
(Ayy, Sparkle, you did this?)
Huh (Huh, yuh)
You precious, huh, I wanna, I wanna touch on yo' body
You know like I know, don't even say that I'm taxin'
You know what this 3.5 go for (huh, phew)
Bitch, guns out, we Young Pablo (Pablo)
Walk out the trap, ski mask, Diablo
When she pull up on Lil Glokk' (oh, Goddamn), I be like, "Bit', welcome to the game show" (damn, yeah)
Nigga took yo' damn fire, nigga (fire)
Why the fuck you gotta gun for? (Go)
Got all types of drugs, you get it vacuum sealed (oh, yeah)
Bitch, what's the drill? (Huh)
I'm poppin' these percs, and they do not feel real (ugh)
I be the first one at the window when it's time to do a damn drill (thrrt)
I told Whoa, "I don't need nobody to fuckin' shoot for me" (uh, uh)
Got me a Glock 40, it don't trip (bitch)
X on the head, make it outta here (here)
XD got 'em scared, he don't think he real
Glock 45, name that bitch, "O'neal" (uh-huh)
I got banana clip, monkey nuts, that'll make 'em peel (huh)
Drink this nut, better not say, "Ew" (drink)
We can fuck, baby, I can't cuff
I mean just like the beat we treat this shit unjust (unjust)
I mean I can sleep with you, but that's just lust (ah-hah)
Hm, baby, I get rough (ayy)
Bitch, you crazy, just come fuck (craz')
He pickin' up daisy's, he try one of us (hey)
And he talk 'bout my Whoa, man that boy got some guts (boy, yeah)
Up the fire on my Whoa, then yo' ass must be nuts (on God)
You precious (um, brazy), huh, I wanna (huh), I wanna touch on yo' body (no, nah)
You know like I know (how I know it), don't even say that I'm taxin' (ha)
You know what this 3.5 go for (ha)
Bitch, guns out, we Young Pablo (ah)
Walk out the trap, ski mask, Diablo (ah)
When she pull up on Lil Glokk' (be like, boaw), I be like, "Bit', welcome to the game show" (boaw)
Nigga took yo' damn fire, nigga (fire, nigga)
Why the fuck you gotta gun for? (go)
Got all types of drugs, you get it vacuum sealed (oh, yeah)
Bitch, what's the drill? (yeah)
I'm poppin' these percs, and they do not feel real (uh, yeah)
I be the first one at the window when it's time to do a damn drill (thrrt-thrrt)
I told Whoa, "I don't need nobody to fuckin' shoot for me" (whoa)
Got me a Glock 40, it don't trip
(Thrrt-thrrt)
(Thrrt-thrrt)
(Thrrt-thrrt)
Like, nigga, I ain't picking up daisy's, uh