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Twin Glock, bitch you ain't a thug, you ain't in gen pop Red dot, I'ma keep on stompin' 'til his neck pop Feds rock, I can't be caught slippin' so the feds hot Red drop, I quit poppin' sticks and sippin' red drop Twin Glock, bitch you ain't a thug, you ain't in gen pop Red dot, I'ma keep on stompin' 'til his neck pop Feds rock, I can't be caught slippin' so the feds hot Red drop, I quit poppin' sticks and sippin' red drop AR pistol, ooh I love how it hold Glock clips Ass shot, let that thotty twerk bitch, we can't lock lips First things first, I'ma trapper I can't come second Bitch you better go and get your first, I'm bussin' any second Leglock, I'ma throw lil' shorty in a leglock Headshot, ain't got cash on deck I'm throwin' headshots Bread rock, millis in the dirt, I think I'm El Chap Oh, keep a Glock, four-O's, ten milli, big hoes Free my Uncle Carto, gave him six in Mexico He gon' keep his chin up, God be watchin' on his soul Max out in Texas doin' five for trappin' bows I'm still 'bout my paper, who got work for the low? Got more percs than a store, got more drank than the doc Used to sippin' cut, I'm mixin' Tech with the Wock You claimin' you's gang, but why you actin' like a cop? If I see the paper workin', I'm gon put two in yo' neck Twin Glock, bitch you ain't a thug, you ain't in gen pop Red dot, I'ma keep on stompin' 'til his neck pop Feds rock, I can't be caught slippin' so the feds hot Red drop, I quit poppin' sticks and sippin' red drop Twin Glock, bitch you ain't a thug, you ain't in gen pop Red dot, I'ma keep on stompin' 'til his neck pop Feds rock, I can't be caught slippin' so the feds hot Red drop, I quit poppin' sticks and sippin' red drop
Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Andrew Adolph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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