Texty

Doomshop, mothafucka' Mo- Mothafucka' Doomshop, mothafucka' Mo- Mothafucka' Glock after Glock, after Glock, after Glock Gotta throw 'em all out, man, I'm tryna beat the clock Glock after Glock, after Glock, after Glock Gotta throw 'em all out, man, I'm tryna beat the clock Shot after aim, at the brain, leave a stain I'ma leave my classic mark, then I'm off to take a plane Got this feeling in my chest Now come on baby, go and guess Damn, this feeling is so blessed, I wonder who gon' get the test Mighty fight, you put up, but there's nothing stopping me As I whip the blade out, slowly pressed it to your guts, you weak "Please, stop hurting me", the last thing that you could've said Gripping tighter on your neck, I think this bitch is almost dead No remorse for no one, you're a moron If you think you're wrongin' me It is best if you don't test the F-R-E-Double D-I-E Tryna catch your breath, as you grabbin' for your phone Who you think you gonna dial? You can't get no help, you know After Glock, after Glock, after Glock Gotta throw 'em all out, man, I'm tryna beat the clock Glock after Glock, after Glock, after Glock Gotta throw 'em all out, man, I'm tryna beat the clock Aye, Freddie, here's like, uh Some different stuff you can choose from Ugh, aye Ugh, woo Ugh, woo!
Writer(s): Ryan Mitchel Chassels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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