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lirik lagu grave 718 & lazy3x - glock!

[verse 1: grave 718]
know i left the trap but i’m back in it
f~ckin’ yo’ b~tch, that lil’ b~tch put her back in it
mans want a pack but i’m gon’ put this crack in it
i love to watch ’em convulse, watch that body twitch
i catch a body, b~tch, if she wanna talk that sh~t
she said she love me, don’t dub me but she ain’t sh~t
off it, i’m seein’ sh~t, off it, i’m beamin’ b~tch
leave that b~tch leakin’ and her boyfriend bleedin’ quick, ayy, ayy, ayy
’cause i brought the glock to the function, ayy
know i was gon’ pull up with somethin’, bang
why everyone look when i walk in? ayy
’cause i do not do non’ that talkin’, ayy
lames all on my d~ck, why they stalkin’? ayy
beggin’ for clout, yeah, they hawkin’ me
put his career in its coffin
ayy, in it’s coffin

[verse 2: lazy3x]
walk down with the strap, he duckin’ like tay
if that n~gga cap, i’m bustin’ the k
i brought the glock in the function
shawty a thot, you know she be suckin’
now i got guap, lil’ shawty wanna f~ck mе
send a shot from the glock and he bеtter be lucky
take a shot like i play for kentucky
like chicken, i’m gettin’ fried like kentucky
i’m swervin’ in this foreign like a derby
skrrt, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, fah (uh, uh)
now i got bucks, she suck me like kirby
she give me brain in the [?] like i’m learnin’
uppin’ the gl!ck, he gon’ twist like cursive
i brought the glock in the function
it came with a stock but you know that i’m bustin’
i got the heat, it’s gon’ beat like percussion
uppin’ the stick, it’s gon’ spit like it’s cussin’
wettin’ that tec, it’s f~ckin’ yo’ cousin
you stay with yo’ set, we slime [?]
twenty~three clip
shot that boy once, now it’s twenty~two
like, b~tch, i’m the sh~t so i do what i wanna do
d~gg~n’ that b~tch, [?] callin’ me marmaduke
[?], so no, i’m not armin’ you
we know you a b~tch, boy, stop doin’ that cappin’
and the choppa got kick but you know that i’m clappin’
and i’m whippin’ the bricks but you know that i’m trappin’
and lil’ brodie, you crip, he said, “let’s get it crackin'”
he not gettin’ no chips, i’m like, “what is you stackin?”
hey lazy
[verse 3: lazy3x]
thirty shot, my clip
f~ck a thot then dip
bust it off the rip
bustin’ down them strips
b~tch, i’m in the mix
one thing about me, me and bro don’t mix
i got yo’ ho doin’ splits
f~ck the po’, he gon’ [?}
that lil’ n~gga scared as sh~t
f~ck ’round, dump him in a ditch
f~ck ’round, f~ck right on yo’ b~tch
n~gga, f~ck who you rep
i f~ck ’round, blow like a ref
i shoot this pole like a [?]
designer be my steps
make a ho lose her breath
[?]
if he cap, i get him clapped

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