lirik lagu glockboy bobo - speak facts
[intro]
(fatman, you did this?)
yup
slide, slide, slide, slide, slide, slide
y’all n~ggas better slide or somethin’, man, on foenem
(they got wooskii on the mix)
[verse]
he got hit first, it was suicide
ain’t no n~gga came on this block and made it off, the last n~gga died (that n~gga died)
i’m really with it, watch i shoot and drive (watch i shoot and drive)
pass the g~lock to lil’ folks, let him get busy, sh~t, we both’ll blast (b~tch, we both’ll blast)
we just f~ck ’em, we don’t cuff hoes (we don’t cuff hoes)
slimed him out, he ran his mouth about some murders, that’s a no~no (big no~no)
big ar and two dracos
always beggin’, but don’t never givе up sh~t, i hate these lacе hoes (b~tch)
you want a dub, you gotta suck d~ck (you gotta suck d~ck)
and y’all gotta do better with hoes, you can’t backdoor me, i don’t trust sh~t (i don’t trust sh~t)
i slide with the same n~gga who i got bumped with
don’t f~ck with other hoods ’cause n~ggas hoes, watch who you f~ck with
fah~fah~fah, man, f~ck mikey
i can f~ck whenever i want, i stamp my name, that n~gga not me (that n~gga not me)
trenches sh~t, i slid and popped three (shh)
somebody died a week before that, i can’t say that, they be police
i am the ‘raq, the trenches owe me (they know they owe me)
thought it was dead, then he got smoked, then he got smoked, but that’s the old me (shh)
ayy, let me stop, b~tch, i’m just trollin’ (i’m just trollin’)
don’t go outside without one up, you better make sure that b~tch loaded (brrt)
get on my ass, you ain’t gotta slide with me (you ain’t gotta slide with me)
but if you do, make sure you mask up this time, we need like five n~ggas (we need like five n~ggas)
she say she pregnant, i got five~fifty (i got five~fifty)
i got n~ggas off the 7 who gon’ slide, foenem gon’ splash with me (my k!ller)
ayy, this a hot car, we switch vans (brrt)
we got this b~tch just to go opp huntin’, ain’t k!llin’, you can’t get in (b~tch, you can’t get in)
i’m feelin’ decent, i might perc~10 (i might perc~10)
i’ma switch the crowd, i catch they ass on woods, ain’t no postin’ (ain’t no postin’ up)
why i ain’t dead if i be loafin’? (huh?)
ayy, folks, check it out one time, switch this bl!ck, this drac’ keep pokin’ (this b~tch keep pokin’)
dead opps lil t smokin’ (dope)
if i ain’t in the back of the yards, rest englewood, b~tch, we posted (147)
f~ck emo and d~block (f~ck them n~ggas)
arthur caught a headshot, sosa caught a f~ckin’ faceshot (a f~ckin’ faceshot)
they said they up, that’s what they thought
n0body died on this side, they got like twenty~three more dead guys (am i lyin’?)
if i’m lyin’, now let’s speak facts (let’s speak facts)
any n~gga i catch on 56th, on foenem, they gon’ meet strap (man, f~ck strap)
smarts died and kc
i might just pull up by myself and let this drac’ blast for pappy, b~tch
[outro]
on foenem grave
ayy, i am not one of those, bro, don’t play with me
y’all know what the f~ck goin’ on, man
gang, gang, gang
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