Fuck Sum Songtext
von Glokk40Spaz
Fuck Sum Songtext
Yuh
Yeah
Yuh
Pop out, 3rd World (Chapo)
Whoa
The way I swing the stick, this bitch shoot rapid fire (Fire!)
I wanna look in you in yo′ eyes when you die (That's on God)
I wanna come to yo′ goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry
I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguise (Hell Nah)
Lil′ Glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyke (On God)
I′ll crash out on one of them, ain't nobody touch my pipe (On God)
Head ahead a nigga in that dungeon
With my whoas nigga, and a knife (My whoas)
I was locked up, ain′t think i was getting out
And I had to thank Jesus Christ (On God)
Before I thought I couldn't fuck the bag
Shit, that shit light (Light, yeah)
Ion give a fuck, I′ll fuck on my bag all damn night (All damn night)
I'm gon′ blow my damn gun, I'm not no rap ass nigga
I'll crashout on sight (On God)
Yeah, this Glock hit like Mike (Mike Tyson)
Whoa said he gotta go, Nigga said "2 Love"
I′m like twice (Twice)
Drinkin′ Wock today, but it's okay
Cause a nigga don′t like Sprite (Okay)
Gon' mix it up ′till i get bubble guts
Glock got a muzzle, still bite
Huh, and I'll never do a full fight
Hrr, and i stood down, It′s okay to cry (Cry)
You snitched on the Mobb, boy just say goodbye (Mobb)
Boy get jiggy, this that Vamp Music (Jiggy Shit)
All this ice on his neck
Look like a fuckin' cooler (Look like cooler)
Finna snatch his damn chain
Gotta 30 mag Glock, this a ruler
Ian really give a fuck 'bout no damn school
I was really tryna fuck on my tutor (On God)
Sumo said he don′t give a fuck
He′ll put a Glock to a hoover (Yeah)
She a bad bitch, with a attitude
She don't deserve flowers she gon′ get a toolie
He jus' green as fuck, and he not stupid
Finna black out, like a damn pupil (Blah)
Got real troops, that′s my damn shooters
Good face card, bitch, I'm on google (Face card)
Where my money?
Pussy ass nigga better make sum′ shake (Make sum' shake)
I be catchin' niggas on they bad day (Brr, brr)
I feel good, It′s okay (Okay)
Good ass lawyer, gon′ beat that case (On God)
Stop that cap, bitch, hit them brakes (Stop that cap!)
Knife on the stick, gon' bud his K (Knife on the stick)
The way I swing the stick, this bitch shoot rapid fire (Fire!)
I wanna look in you in yo′ eyes when you die (That's on God)
I wanna come to yo′ goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry
I can tell the fake from the real, it′s no disguise (Hell Nah)
Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyke (On God)
I'll crash out on one of them, ain′t nobody touch my pipe (On God)
Head ahead a nigga in that dungeon
With my whoas nigga, and a knife (My whoas)
I was locked up, ain′t think i was getting out
And I had to thank Jesus Christ (On God)
Yeah
Yuh
Pop out, 3rd World (Chapo)
Whoa
The way I swing the stick, this bitch shoot rapid fire (Fire!)
I wanna look in you in yo′ eyes when you die (That's on God)
I wanna come to yo′ goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry
I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguise (Hell Nah)
Lil′ Glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyke (On God)
I′ll crash out on one of them, ain't nobody touch my pipe (On God)
Head ahead a nigga in that dungeon
With my whoas nigga, and a knife (My whoas)
I was locked up, ain′t think i was getting out
And I had to thank Jesus Christ (On God)
Before I thought I couldn't fuck the bag
Shit, that shit light (Light, yeah)
Ion give a fuck, I′ll fuck on my bag all damn night (All damn night)
I'm gon′ blow my damn gun, I'm not no rap ass nigga
I'll crashout on sight (On God)
Yeah, this Glock hit like Mike (Mike Tyson)
Whoa said he gotta go, Nigga said "2 Love"
I′m like twice (Twice)
Drinkin′ Wock today, but it's okay
Cause a nigga don′t like Sprite (Okay)
Gon' mix it up ′till i get bubble guts
Glock got a muzzle, still bite
Huh, and I'll never do a full fight
Hrr, and i stood down, It′s okay to cry (Cry)
You snitched on the Mobb, boy just say goodbye (Mobb)
Boy get jiggy, this that Vamp Music (Jiggy Shit)
All this ice on his neck
Look like a fuckin' cooler (Look like cooler)
Finna snatch his damn chain
Gotta 30 mag Glock, this a ruler
Ian really give a fuck 'bout no damn school
I was really tryna fuck on my tutor (On God)
Sumo said he don′t give a fuck
He′ll put a Glock to a hoover (Yeah)
She a bad bitch, with a attitude
She don't deserve flowers she gon′ get a toolie
He jus' green as fuck, and he not stupid
Finna black out, like a damn pupil (Blah)
Got real troops, that′s my damn shooters
Good face card, bitch, I'm on google (Face card)
Where my money?
Pussy ass nigga better make sum′ shake (Make sum' shake)
I be catchin' niggas on they bad day (Brr, brr)
I feel good, It′s okay (Okay)
Good ass lawyer, gon′ beat that case (On God)
Stop that cap, bitch, hit them brakes (Stop that cap!)
Knife on the stick, gon' bud his K (Knife on the stick)
The way I swing the stick, this bitch shoot rapid fire (Fire!)
I wanna look in you in yo′ eyes when you die (That's on God)
I wanna come to yo′ goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry
I can tell the fake from the real, it′s no disguise (Hell Nah)
Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, like a dyke (On God)
I'll crash out on one of them, ain′t nobody touch my pipe (On God)
Head ahead a nigga in that dungeon
With my whoas nigga, and a knife (My whoas)
I was locked up, ain′t think i was getting out
And I had to thank Jesus Christ (On God)
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