Glokk40Spaz - HARAMBE lyrics

(Max made this)

We been dropping niggas off in that crater
We just shot a pussy nigga
Now he mentally disabled
Ain't no pussy ass niggas
Only killers at my table
And I'm hanging out the car
Right side right angle
Got that stick in my hand
Yanking niggas like a cable
I ain't fucking with nobody cause
They only tell fables
Got the drop on my ops then
We slide cause we able
Did that EBG shit man we taking over labels
Put a hole in his body
Like a muthafucking bagel
Shawty done knock him out cause
That nigga ain't stable
And I figured out who
Ratting cause it's fucking
And we jumped the fucking plug
I ain't talking jumping cables
And this 30 round on me
Man this shit real painful
And I pour thе cough syrup
Like it's real deal maplе
And I pray to god nigga
Cause I'm real deal thankful
And lil kilo by my side
When this shit get fatal only get one life I
Ain't tryna live faithful
And I'm pouring up drank at
The fucking dinner table
And I'm stuck to gang
Like a muthafucking staple
And these thot hoes mad cause
I'm fucking on Rachel
And I play with the Glock so
I guess we both playful
And I came from the mud
So I never been ungrateful
And this shit get hot but don't
Let that shit shake you
And I only took my bitch
Out first day Im able
And it's all fake love
Man these nigga really hate you
Get yo bitch ass up but
Could never ever make you
I could show you how to work
But I don't even wanna take you
Just a crazy ass nigga that got
Shipped out the lake view
Rodell in the chain man these
Niggas not gone break you
And they said I was a bitch
Nigga who the fuck is you?
Im gorilla or whatever monkey got
Up out the zoo im a big dog no you can't
Even play with my food
Yeah, and they know I keep the red flag
This a stick up nigga
Put that money in the bag
And I want the 50's 100's I want all cash
If that pussy nigga talking then
We on his ass
And to take the plug off, that's a small task
If we see the opposition
Taking out the trash
And I never trade flags
Cause these niggas sad
When we catch the ops lacking put
Em in a body bag put that fye in my pants
It done make my pants sag
Got the number one rank but
We don't like to brag
Wit a boujee ass bitch and
That hoe got class
And the way that she walking make
Me smack her on the ass
And they washing of the blood
With a fucking wet rag
Cause the way we did them
Boys really give me flashbacks
Yeah, I run off with your money
Ain't no fucking take backs
I won't turn up on that bitch
Cause Im real laid back
And I'm talking to the
Money like a telephone
I was smoking in the trap
Cause I was home alone
And I let that hoe stay
Cause she got good dome
Why my momma kick me out
Then tell me come home
I ain't going home I don't know what goin on
I was in indicated touching
On the fucking chrome
And that TEQ-9 really crack a nigga bones
They stop fucking with lil 40
Think I'm dead wrong
If you think I'm dead wrong
Then you dead and gone
And I never make a rap on no sad song
If I gotta crush you out then it's so long

(Gone, so long)