lirik lagu glokk40spaz - pyro
[intro]
crossed ’em out, finessed his man’s
brought more sticks than a marching band
c~crossed ’em out finessed his man’s
brought more sticks than the marching band
you let ’em around he gon’ cross again
2 of my shooters, they mexican
they not bl, i might bless ’em in
(ayo, dj gren8de, get from around~~)
[verse]
pirate whip, lil’ gl4, my cup is pyro
interrogation, y’all n~ggas was singing, y’all n~ggas was hitting them high notes
baby, gotta come to the spot, gotta come to the slaughter, you getting cut like a pine cone
boy, your ass a b~tch, ain’ gon’ blow that gun, what you got that nine for?
oh, you did? you shootin’ at pedestrians, you shootin’ at n~ggas, you shootin’ with your eyes closed
gotta see it, but this on the 10, you not finna blow it, whoa, pass me that blindfold
got that hat, know i got that ring, know i’m getting in, we left them behind, though
y’all know what i mean? what the f~ck they did? demons in my bid, we set them aside, whoa
crossed ’em out, finessed his man’s
brought more sticks than a marching band
you let ’em around he gon’ cross again
2 of my shooters, they mexican
they not bl, i might bless ’em in
locked up for a 7, deadly sins
bullet flyin’ by they catch more than the wind
i got that dot, but i sent that to penn
man, this ain’t yo’ fye’, this b~tch off of gen
f~ck the police, i don’t know about no benz
v~lone shirt, then i f~cked all her friends
we can’t find yo’ sibling, pop his brother
but don’t worry about that p~ss test, i passed that b~tch with flyin’ colors
old ass glock that you got in your hand, i call that b~tch lil’ uncle ruckus
letting that money fly, you’d rather just hang with a buster
this between me and him, this on god, i ain’t cuffin’
this on god, i ain’t bluffin’, talm’ ’bout beef, we gon’ heat that oven
hit him with these bl~~dy knuckles and he couldn’t get back right for nothin’ (on god)
catch him with that fye, he hit the feet, you know i heard him runnin’
yeah, i got them drugs for all them j’s, od like david rucker
okay, i peeped at the plot, there’s nothin’ in this world i miss more than wock
on god, i won’t play with no cops, he talkin’ to 12, i pull out the mop
and a n~gga gon’ play me, try me like i’m soft, i’m breakin’ the scale, i done knocked ’em off
told them keep it on the low, they got the sauce
n~ggas throwin’ fast b~lls, red sox
n~ggas don’t need nothin’ from you, why you feel so comfortable?
man, speak up, can’t hear a mumble, bro
them vampires in that jungle, wood
westside, i catch them, call my bluff
we know where you at, you ain’t layin’ on nun’
i’m droppin’ racks on ’em, them boys had some fun
i murdered that n~gga 2, and not the 1
(i love dj gren8de)
[outro]
we can’t find yo’ sibling, pop his brother
but don’t worry about that p~ss test, i passed that b~tch with flyin’ colors
old ass glock that you got in your hand, i call that b~tch lil’ uncle ruckus
letting that money fly, you’d rather just hang with a buster
this between me and him, this on god, i ain’t cuffin’
this on god, i ain’t bluffin’, talm’ ’bout beef, we gon’ heat that oven
hit him with these bl~~dy knuckles and he couldn’t get back right for nothin’ (on god)
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