Testo 2X - Glokk40Spaz feat. OsamaSon
Testo della canzone 2X (Glokk40Spaz feat. OsamaSon), tratta dall'album 3vil Reflection
(Hey, Chris)
(Hey, Chris)
Mm, mm, big dog, I'm the general
We play that hoe like instrumental
He think he a dog, he get put in a kennel
These bitches get passed to the swoop like they pebbles
Glock 19, that bitch act like the devil
Glock 26, this bitch wan' be the devil
I scoop that lil' bitch, she gon' call me a shovel, I'm tellin' you
Bitch ass nigga, they get ate like Ruffles
Two Glocks on me, I'm twice, double
Told my woah come to the team to get in this huddle
48 on me, I don't wanna hear no rebuttal
Shot that boy, laid that lil' boy in a shack
He wanna die, come touch these racks
Racks on me, junkies, they hooked, I call this shit crack
He said he want smoke, then it's that
7-11, bitch, I shoot craps
I ain't Kevin, I'm lovin' this MAC
Feel like I'm Devin, bookin' these hoes, it ain't nothin'
Popped that boy with the XD, sent him high like the sun
The real Oso ain't goin' for nothin'
You ain't finna pop nothin', fuck your gun
Can't even buy a Drac', fire shit, alarm
Call me Baby Whoa, nigga, I'm a don
Spin the block again, nigga, I ain't done
Chase him with this fire, look like Temple Run
Said I'm Baby Life, she think she my mom
Want smoke with the opps, ain't tryna bring no bong
Got locked up, I had paid that bond
I ain't playin', nigga know what goin' on
Knock a pussy nigga out, take his phone
(Beep, beep)
I pull up (pull up), now on that (yeah)
Tell him get his phone back
I'm in Chrome, like, "where the Chrome at?"
Slime hop out and get on yo' ass (slime)
ARP, best believe I'm gon' crash
I'm in a two-door, geeked up, goin' fast
I'm on Percs, huh, lean
Brand-new beam, huh, green
I'll never sip the green
U-up all night, off two damn beans
"W-why there two seats?" Fuck you mean? (Two seats)
R-r-rob your plug, he too damn green
Slime, slime him, tryna see red
Brand-new bag, drop it on yo' head
And free my shooter, gon' catch that hat
Woah, woah, woah
Nigga, kick, kick the front door, yeah
Whip the pot with my elbow
Mm, would I cuff a bitch? Nigga, hell no
You wanna cop the bitch? Nigga, let go
Jump out the window, nigga, it's a pillow case on this stick
Your bitch lookin' at me, nigga, might double back and fuck your bitch
Nigga give me 50 rounds, I bet he missed
Nigga fell asleep, I walked out with the Tris
Smokin' Backwoods, nigga, with Lil Chris
Nigga think he Mobb, nigga, who this is?
Nigga think he Mobb, nigga, I ain't playin', nigga
Up that fire, nigga, he gon' die
You ain't la Familia, see that in yo' eye
Know my woah Rick with me, he gon' slide
I told the bid stop takin' niggas off, nigga, I tried
Lil' Glock got a beam, nigga, fuck you mean?
Try me, I'm not shy, pop the nigga, left the scene
Wore the Giuseppes, stepped in ice cream
All my opps gon' be dead when I'm 19
He scared, pop that nigga in his knee
Come try somethin', double dare, nigga, you off lean
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Writer(s): Christopher Clay, Alex Quezada
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