Glokk40Spaz - I'm Oso Shiesty lyrics
Glokk40Spaz [Alexander Gabriel Quezada] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
A prominent figure in Atlanta's trap underground, Glokk40Spaz, who is currently incarcerated, showcases a multifaceted approach to music by blending classic trap elements with its subgenres like plugg and pluggnB. As the 21-year-old artist serves the final days of his sentence for armed robbery, committed while under house arrest, his tracks are going viral on TikTok. To seize the moment, his team continues to actively release unreleased material on streaming platforms. The album Da Real Oso features 12 tracks without any guest appearances—because who needs them when you have such a strong production team? The release includes contributions from producers like F1LTHY, Synthetic, Trgc, captaincrunch, Glasear, and others.
[Glokk40Spaz - I'm Oso Shiesty lyrics]
Make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, walk out the court like, f**k subpoena
Make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh
I'm never damn sober, every damn day
I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb
Catch a body 'bout the band
See a fake partner
I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big
I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate
Eat his face just like cinnamon
(I love DJ GREN8DE)
Whoa, yah
So many guns up in this trap, man
I might take them all (Brr)
Nigga talkin' crazy on that 'gram
I might have to walk him down
Catch his ass slippin' in public, nigga
F**k is you talkin' bout now?
(F*ck is you talm' 'bout?)
You ain't gon' see nothin'
You ain't gon' hear nothin'
We ain't gon' make no sound
Walk out the court like, f**k subpoena
makе that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm nevеr damn sober
Every damn day
I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb
Catch a body 'bout the band
See a fake partner
I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big
I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate
Eat his face just like cinnamon
Me and Chap' pop out
With big ass Drac's and belittle him
Said that it's smoke with the mobb
It's whatever then niggas be dyin'
They momma start cryin'
That's what come with it
Nigga, you want your lick back?
Speak up stop that mumblin'
When he pussy
I caught my opp lackin' in Cumberland
Playin' with the band
Take a f**k nigga, on that ride
Nigga, he cappin', sayin' that he be with Spaz
Man, that f**k nigga lyin'
Ten toes down
Never thought about droppin' no dime, hmm
Catch my opp lackin', nigga
I'ma do whatever to that pussy, nigga
I'ma take my time
Man, they pussy
I catch my opp lackin' in the nine
When Kilo come back
We gon' take every plug off
Ever since a young age
I been livin' on the damn edge
Might just jump off
That boy wasn't lookin', ran off with his shit
A nigga took his shit like Randy Moss
I ain't go to trap, hit him with a double cross
You can't hang with the damn band, nigga, you soft
You know I be ready for war, ready to pop my Glock
I be ready to go, ready write white chalk
Ever since I was 13, I had G-Lock
Nigga don't touch me, I let one pop
I been with the f**k shit, I can't get jumped
Nigga tryin' lil' Glokk, look then I got top bunk
I'ma f**k my b**ch 'til the sun come up
So many guns up in this trap, man
I might take them all (So many guns)
Nigga talkin' crazy on that 'gram
I might have to walk him down
(They talkin' crazy)
Catch his ass slippin' in public, nigga
F**k is you talkin' bout now?
(F*ck is you talm' 'bout?)
You ain't gon' see nothin'
You ain't gon' hear nothin'
We ain't gon' make no sound
Walk out the court like, f**k subpoena
Make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm never damn sober
Every damn day
I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb
I catch his body 'bout the band
See a fake partner
I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big
I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate
Eat his face just like cinnamon
It's DJ GREN8DE
