Glokk40Spaz - Discussions Off Xans lyrics
Glokk40Spaz [Alexander Gabriel Quezada] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Glokk40Spaz - Discussions Off Xans lyrics]
(I love DJGrenade)
Huh, I been living my life
Hit that boy with that 762
Now he traumatized
You ain't never been in the skreet
How long is you gon' live that lie?
Sumo Seven, I do this true, nigga I could fly
Nigga play my gang
On God Imma take that drive
I'm with some Bloods throwin' big
Bs in this bee hive call that hoe Lil Boat
She get fucked one night
Glock-17, can't pull up with
All different types of bean
Niggas ain’t shootin’ at the sky
We got all different types of lean
Wock or Tris tonight?
Imma go all in for them all
Nigga that's on God
Nigga wanna ride the wave but
Nigga we not Rod
15 bands for that lick, nigga
Imma do that job
I go twice bout my gang, nigga
I doubled down with them fye
Know my Woah pushin' up with
30 mags and 50-round drums
I ain't gotta call my capital
Comе getcha wummadone
Nigga keep poppin that goddamn
Shit on the ground, fuck nigga watch yo tonе
Glock got a whole 30 mag
And this bitch don’t jam
Nigga gon’ shoot at yo lung
Ion’ even think I ever stop gangbangin’
Huh, this shit not no gang
Nigga this the mobb
Nigga I’m jus I’m jus sayin’
Woke up thinkin’ bout Sumo and B
I popped a xan
Before Sumo, he got locked up
How you tell me he need land?
I do oxys, I pop perkys
I sell meth like Breaking Bad
Fuck with that bih, when I'm in New
York, I don't call a uber, i call her a cab
I ain't get to see you cop a
Fake before I got locked in there, damn
Me and B jus' posed to
Be rockin' that show, nigga I'm like damn
Baby I broke her heart, can I fuck one time
Baby I'm jus' sayin'
We from bitches that we see on TV
Look like Gina and Pam
It be so many times, I be thinking bout dem
I could take some sense into that dumbass
Baby don't waste my breath
Turn yo lights down, lean back
Roll that window down
Let dat bih go, call da sherrif
Catchers how we shoot up houses, nigga
I'm just teachin' lessons, if you
In dat mob shit
Catch yo man it ain't no pressure
You know we do that job cool
We catch that boy and then we flip him
I throw money on dem hoes but nigga
We can't fuck no stripper
Spendin' like fifty on her toes, nigga
Just to bless 'em
I told gang don't give me
No DP for these xans, i just be stressin'
I don't care if I die
I just wanna go to heaven
Nigga, talkin' bout the mob, that's on God
We can't spend him
Do that job, flip his block, catch his ass
We gon' whack him
Rice skreet, can’t go back, nigga
I was so damn restless
I was so damn helpless
My gang gave me bands and dat bih took dat
Shawty, I know where you live
I can get on dat you think I'm stuck in the
Crib but I finessed dat
Huh, I jus might come and love you
Fuck that, bitch pull up, I'm tryna fuck you
Fuck that, did you less, I'm tryna dat
Put his drip on
We can't get along with fuck niggas
I ain't known dat
Can't pull out that stick
Nigga got a bad back
Valley had that XD, now that Glock attached
I put that fye just like hrrrr
You like a eastside jake
You don't make no noise
My Woah told me you gotta
Go it's not my choice
Huh, I been living my life
Hit that boy with that 762
Now he traumatized
You ain't never been in the skreet
How long is you gon' live that lie?
Sumo Seven, I do this true, nigga I could fly
Nigga play my gang
On God Imma take that drive
I'm with some Bloods throwin' big
Bs in this bee hive call that hoe Lil Boat
She get fucked one night
Glock-17, can't pull up with
All different types of bean
Niggas ain’t shootin’ at the sky
We got all different types of lean
Wock or Tris tonight?
Imma go all in for them all
Nigga that's on God
Nigga wanna ride the wave but
Nigga we not Rod
15 bands for that lick, nigga
Imma do that job
I go twice bout my gang, nigga
I doubled down with them fye
Know my Woah pushin' up with
30 mags and 50-round drums
I ain't gotta call my capital
Comе getcha wummadone
Nigga keep poppin that goddamn
Shit on the ground, fuck nigga watch yo tonе
Glock got a whole 30 mag
And this bitch don’t jam
Nigga gon’ shoot at yo lung
Ion’ even think I ever stop gangbangin’
Huh, this shit not no gang
Nigga this the mobb
Nigga I’m jus I’m jus sayin’
Woke up thinkin’ bout Sumo and B
I popped a xan
Before Sumo, he got locked up
How you tell me he need land?
I do oxys, I pop perkys
I sell meth like Breaking Bad
Fuck with that bih, when I'm in New
York, I don't call a uber, i call her a cab
I ain't get to see you cop a
Fake before I got locked in there, damn
Me and B jus' posed to
Be rockin' that show, nigga I'm like damn
Baby I broke her heart, can I fuck one time
Baby I'm jus' sayin'
We from bitches that we see on TV
Look like Gina and Pam
It be so many times, I be thinking bout dem
I could take some sense into that dumbass
Baby don't waste my breath
Turn yo lights down, lean back
Roll that window down
Let dat bih go, call da sherrif
Catchers how we shoot up houses, nigga
I'm just teachin' lessons, if you
In dat mob shit
Catch yo man it ain't no pressure
You know we do that job cool
We catch that boy and then we flip him
I throw money on dem hoes but nigga
We can't fuck no stripper
Spendin' like fifty on her toes, nigga
Just to bless 'em
I told gang don't give me
No DP for these xans, i just be stressin'
I don't care if I die
I just wanna go to heaven
Nigga, talkin' bout the mob, that's on God
We can't spend him
Do that job, flip his block, catch his ass
We gon' whack him
Rice skreet, can’t go back, nigga
I was so damn restless
I was so damn helpless
My gang gave me bands and dat bih took dat
Shawty, I know where you live
I can get on dat you think I'm stuck in the
Crib but I finessed dat
Huh, I jus might come and love you
Fuck that, bitch pull up, I'm tryna fuck you
Fuck that, did you less, I'm tryna dat
Put his drip on
We can't get along with fuck niggas
I ain't known dat
Can't pull out that stick
Nigga got a bad back
Valley had that XD, now that Glock attached
I put that fye just like hrrrr
You like a eastside jake
You don't make no noise
My Woah told me you gotta
Go it's not my choice