Glokk40Spaz - No Español lyrics

(Wake up, F1LTHY) demon, demon time
(Chapo) vampire, yeah

I'm the Don
Capo lo' said call your Godfather
30 clip hangin' out these damn joggers
This a jugg
The ho shoot shotty shells out the revolver
He trippin'
We sendin' his ass down jus' to calm 'em
I be ready to go if your ass want a problem
I clip his lil bitch ass up like a barber
I take everythin' that he got
Leave him starvin' she listenin' to this
And this shit go retarted
We wack that lil' boy
Roll him up in that carpet
Slide on anything, I slide in the Range
(Anything)
Why would I beef with that pussy ass nigga?
He ain't got no namе (Name)


I put a muzzle on that damn stick
But the ho' can't bе tamed
Stick his ass up, take off his Plain Jane
This shit not a movie, I f**k Mary Jane
I backstab my brother, he tell like I'm Kane
I rap on this shit, don't
Do this for no fame, huh
(No cap)
I do this for my brother in the project
(Yeah)
I just hopped in the yo', I need silence
I just hopped in, let's go, I could care less
And we smoke so much gas in the air vent
I'm gon' f**k that ho good, she a bad bitch
Push yo' luck on this damn savage
I f**k white bitches that live lavish
I'on wan' hear yo' mouth, stop that naggin'
They see BabyLife, them boys start to panic
I put a Glock at these niggas
Them boys started flippin'
Like shit acrobatic
Young nigga, but I'm still that ho daddy
Huh, No Español, you can't have it, huh
Tag on his toe, we gon' drag 'em, huh
The drum make me fly like a Dragon, huh
I'm on front line with a XD round
My name Glokk, nigga, know I'm packin'
Rockstar life, nigga, start the moshpit
Put the stick on by your fist
Got too much money, nigga, I can't hear
I pop these Xans, nigga, thinking
'bout taking they bands, nigga
I pop these Xans, nigga, I don't
Wanna be on no cam', nigga
Hit 'em with the Glock, I'm Smack CAM
And these niggas treat me like the bad man
(Yah)
Yeah, I'll do 'em bad, but I'm not braggin'
(Yah)
Glock in my pants, why my pants saggin' (Sag)
Yeah, and these niggas tryna
Get in this scuffle
Pull, I pull out that 9 millimeter
Won't touch me
Pull out that nine, stab 'em out
Take his duffle
Knife on the Drac', I pop out with a kutta
Huh can't hang with that nigga, he a sucker
I walk in the trap, bloody knuckle
I take the chip and they
Call that shit ruffle
Break they ass jus' like a chip, it was nun'
Yeah

Real oso, with some young niggas (Yah)
Ready to slide, nigga, 'bout my name, nigga
'Bout my name, nigga, it come pain, nigga
(Pain)
You my side bitch, but I'm your main nigga
(Side)
Real oso, I'm a grave digger, huh (Oso)
Baby Whoa, Brian Nichols (Baby Whoa)
Gotta go catch 'em flippin' (Gotta go)
Man this drac' shoot so God damn different
(Different)
See the fire, then he slid like icecicle
He don't wan' peek out his cell
I think that boy got sickle
He play with the mob
That boy stuck in the pickles
He play with the mob
He get ate like hot pickle
I'm countin' the bread
Walk his ass like four nickle
I'm a real demon, I got real issues
They got on wax or some
Where the f**k them tissues?
Why the f**k he in the street
He a walkin' lick me and Velly take the
Plug off with counterfeit (Plug)
That ain’t my bitch, nigga, you can have her
He switched on the band, call him "Bandwagon"
Everything f**ked, boy, this shit not average
Pour the Wock' in my cup
I'm tryna be f**ked up
Got two M's, I was tryna be up, up (Up)
Three bands, and I got the f**k off (Yeah)