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lirik lagu glo getta - 365

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[intro: glo getta]
(keep that sh~t low~key, tae)
ytg and bandgang in this motherf~cker
yeah, we turnt up in this b~tch
2020 our year

[verse 1: glo getta]
lookin’ over my shoulders ’cause sometimes, i be paranoid
i know some old trappers still whippin’ up boy
i was eighteen when i had my first boy
now all a jit wanna play with is gun toys
mama told me, “son, listen, you ain’t got no friends”
my daddy told me, “you gon’ end up like your brother, dead” (d~mn)
we ain’t duckin’ from no opps, but we dodgin’ feds (vets)
i ain’t ridin’ ’round all day without makin’ bread
i ain’t ’bout to pay to f~ck, but i’ll pay for head
i had to switch it up ’cause n~ggas stealin’ swag again (switch it up)
skrrt off in the hammy, i did it again (skrrt~skrrt)
ain’t goin’ nowhere if the windows ain’t tinted (i ain’t doin’ it)
ain’t buyin’ no lean if the pint ain’t sealed
i ain’t nеver f~ckin’ with a broke b~tch evеr again (b~tch)
n~gga, real sh~t
i remember i was down bad, i was on my d~ck (i remember)
had to boss my life out, no handouts, i did it quick
n~ggas be talkin’ reckless when they on the ‘gram
we out late night, ridin’, tryna catch a ham
then we up earlier than the birds tryna get a bag
the white people keep lookin’ at me like all my pants sag
they don’t know i’m ’bout to walk in the mall and spend ten bands
my ex always on some drama sh~t, man, that sh~t sad
how he write a statement on your mans? now your name a rat (sad)
all hundreds in my pocket make my sh~t sag
try to take some sh~t from gang gang, your ass gettin’ bagged
broke b~tch ain’t got no money, now she sellin’ sack
i’m on my one nightstand sh~t, no strings attached
[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
i just bought a new ar, green beam attached
i just bought a brick of tar, that heron black
hit my fiend with that fentanyl, it’s evenings flesh
i ain’t even tryna k!ll y’all, but i need my racks
i’ve been grindin’ three sixty~five, i don’t believe in rats
grab the dog for the sixty~five like i breed my blood
lil’ n~gga need to sit down, you ain’t livin’ like that
huh, boy, i’m in the country town askin’, “where the fiends at?”
i gotta hit my dope twice if i don’t hit od
i got ips, ops, rps, thirties
i got cookies, ogs, qps, whole things
and i got ounces of that white b~tch, chloe


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