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Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Ooh, ooh
Smack bitch I got a gun, manic with the Devil’s smack
Triple the six, I fuck my bitch, I flip the crucifixes mane
Spawn of Satan ridin' with a couple weapons on 'em
2−11, tossed from Heaven, junkie creepin' out
Karma, tell me how you want it demon, 'cause you know my highball
Trippin' in the Seventh and that motherfucker Saint Bernard
Overdose on heroin, too much Xanny, God can’t stand me
Fuck a Stan, fuck your culture, motherfuckin' fuck a Grammy
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Ayy, let me go, let me go, ayy
There’s a dozen rotten bouquets, on top of the two graves
I’m diggin' till I’m dug, one for me and one for you baby
Doors up, the new Mercedes, so I copped another Benz
Trappin' like a true baby
Unsheathe the blue blade and place it right beside your neck
Hol' up, what the fuck you know of?
Rollin' the wool off of the wolf and face it, fat, sober
For these last few months, bitch I never left the sofa
Patiently waiting, the venom is fading, yeah, I’m a king cobra
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
Glock tight, smoked out
