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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glokk40Spaz
Glokk40Spaz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Spaz Oso Angelo
Spaz Oso Angelo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Glokay
Glokay
Producer

Lyrics

Hell nah bitch, I don't want one (no) Mask the fuck up, I'm blacker than Akon (huh, huh) You w- Hell nah bitch, I don't want one (no) Mask the fuck up, I'm blacker than Akon (huh, huh) You want the smoke, well, then why you ain't say none? (Grr, grr) Guns up with them niggas, but they ain't gon' spray none (guns, guns) Mask the fuck up, take 'em out at five-o (five-o) I hit a lick right before "Still Young Pablo" (Pablo) Wrap his ass up, leave 'em dead like John Doe (wrap his ass up) Hit the back door, they might call the po-po' Ayy yo DJ GREN8DE, give 'em a- I got locked up, tell my gang, "I'ma be right back" Used to bang that 4, still ain't playin' 'bout that top hat Sumo swing the door, caught that boy a Old Nat Pop out all black like I'm Jack (Black) Smoke pole on mе, nigga, we got more of that (smoke polе) Caught the boy slippin', no gat Put niggas in the mix in yo' shit, you a rat Caught that boy trappin', whole gang went, "Hrrt" Nigga blowin' up my phone tryna get his shit back (hrrt) You ain't gettin' none, must be smokin' crack (yeah) Mob shit, 7-6, and that's just that (mob) Give a fuck what a nigga bang, nigga, no cap Snatch a rap nigga chain, leave his face in his lap GF 'til I die, pussy boy, I'm stamped (GF) Baby life vampire, nigga, fuck yo' camp (fuck yo' damn camp) Cal got a hundred round drum on the damn K Nigga, don't try none Mask the fuck up, take you through the swamp (swamp) Let bygones be bygones (gang) She say, "Do I got a bitch?" (bitch) Hell nah bitch, I don't want one (no) Mask the fuck up, I'm blacker than Akon (huh, huh) You want the smoke, well then why you ain't say none? Guns up with them niggas, but they ain't gon' spray none (guns, guns) Mask the fuck up, take 'em out at five-o (five-o) I hit a lick right before "Still Young Pablo" (Pablo) Wrap his ass up, leave 'em dead like John Doe (wrap his ass up) Hit the back door, they might call the po-po' (back door, back door) Got that Number (N)ine on me like I was Rondo (Number (N)ine) I'm poppin' my shit with exotic rich hoes (poppin' my shit) I ran to the bag like that boy Jessie Owens (Jessie) Humble that boy, we gon' leave his face swollen (humble that boy) Stomp a opp out in this new Rick Owens Bands make her dance, fuck 'round, get these hoes posin' How the fuck it was Lil EBG? That boy chosen (EBG) I walk in the party, my fire, I'm gon' blow it If I catch that boy slippin', we leave him dead ropin' Droppin' Runtz in that 'Wood, bitch, you know I'm gon' roll it I'm poppin' my shit, need to sit on the toilet Feed that boy seasoning, we call his ass Goya I got locked up, tell my gang, "I'ma be right back" Used to bang that 4, still ain't playin' 'bout that top hat Sumo swing the door, caught that boy a old nat Pop out all black like I'm Jack (Black) Smoke pole on me, nigga, we got more of that (smoke pole) Caught the boy slippin', no gat Put niggas in the mix in yo' shit, you a rat Caught that boy trappin', whole gang went, "Hrrt" Nigga blowin' up my phone tryna get his shit back (hrrt) You ain't gettin' none, must be smokin' crack (yeah) Mob shit, 7-6, and that's just that (mob) Give a fuck what a nigga bang, nigga, no cap Snatch a rap nigga chain, leave his face in his lap GF 'til I die, pussy boy, I'm stamped (GF) Baby life vampire, nigga, fuck yo' camp (fuck yo' damn camp) Hm, fuck yo' damn camp, you know that BL I come and spin the block, I die 'bout GF Real dirty in the cup, sippin' Tech Young nigga pull up on ya, make a mess Glock .40 in my jeans, get her wet I'ma just start takin' niggas off Nigga, pipe down shit, got your head holocaust ('caust) I'll be right back, I'ma knock 'em off (off)
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