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Glokk40Spaz - not a believer (slowed & reverb)

[Intro] (2wo2imes couldn't give a damn) Yah (Baby Life, nigga) Hm, hm Hrll (Two Glocks nigga, two Glocks, 2wo2imes, yuh) [Verse] Hell yeah, we drop thirties on them bitch niggas Man, I poured a deuce of Wockhardt in my cup Two grams of these jungle runtz gon’ leave me fucked up On god, I would fuck again but I can’t love nun’ Most of my loved ones is hunduns How you come to the gun fight with no damn gun Baby Life, Oso I’m the only safe one 2wo2imes drop down, one Glock, you done Red dot on that zak, fuck that, just run Think he top notch gang, got his whole block spun We pop out and shoot at four houses, shit fun Not sure how this go, but know you the lil' one (Hrll, Hrll) Yeah, I’m fucked up, I need some damn guidancе They give me thе Draco when this shit get violent I promise all you hear is sirens I woulda fucked the ass if I ain’t buy it My trap lowkey fucked up, losing all my clients I’m talking to Kilo, who the fuck Ko’ Bryant We ain’t playing Ceelo, nigga, I need mine My young niggas on the block spazzin’ out Man, come hit this lick you want cash or not I grab my young bull, givin’ rations out These 223’s, you know we passin’ them out These 308’s, know that we passin’ them out These 762’s got ‘em crashin’ out If I bought them hoes, I pull yo lashes out It ain’t March but we got madness out Broke nigga can’t even come in the spot Them boys get to hangin’, you know they call cops That ain’t no compact, bit’, this a G-lock Shawty want that red, just know we rerock Oh, you see the opp, nigga, then fah-fah Hrll, gun yo ass down Suppressor on that semi-auto, won't make no damn sound, nigga Hit ya’ with the holy round, nigga Nigga, they come wit’ no ticket like the fair grounds, nigga Walked in, smell like a pound Walked in dolo, I won’t make a sound, nigga (Hrll) Nigga don’t even wanna come back I fuck with the Glock but I ride with compact Nail his ass to the wall just like a thumb tack We got some shit with us that you can’t get back Hrll, nigga I swear this 12 gauge, got some kickback I did some shit, I know that God can’t let back I hit the hoe from the back, she got wet back Took the switch off the Glock, shoot like a Kel-Tec Can’t fold on the gang, I’m not no damn Kel-Tec We don't want yo’ slang, we gon’ swang that Kel-Tec Man, throw up yo’ gang, nigga, what’s yo’ set Hrll, yuh, violation three, nigga, get freed I’m in a beehive, nigga, with them B's Glock down, 223’s knockin’ down trees I’m not a believer, nigga, fuck you mean You say you gon’ kill me, nigga, we gon’ see Just know when I see you, better have yo’ heat He talk on the internet but ain't on streets, streets just different Hrll, request a follow back but that muhfucka pending You come to the swamp, you gon’ leave with no ending Bullet holes through his top, fucked up his engine I bought me a lick, I’m addicted to spending He think he gon’ trick us but Trix are for kids Oh, silly rabbit, only bunnies can win Playboy bunny, nigga, spin the Benz I make the 30 hang out the F.N Huh, we ain’t do enough so we gotta spin again Fuck his dead momma, give a fuck ‘bout his friends (Fuck your dead friends) [Outro] Two Glocks, nigga Two Glocks, nigga Know where I’m at nigga East side, nigga Come getcha ass nigga Drop ya off