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歌詞

Yeah It's spooky Way too spooky, niggas Yeah, uh Yeah Everywhere I go, I got it on me, niggas And I ain't lettin' shit slide Go head and try me if you want, niggas I let this fuckin' clip fly GxF to the death, niggas And I won't ever switch sides You know how we play it over here, niggas We get it poppin' on this side Lock, load Lock, load You kno what's up niggas Lock, load Lock, load You can go and ask them other niggas, they'll tell you what's up I already been through there and hit one of them niggas up Momma they gon' start thinkin' I'm crazy, baby mama think I'm nuts Ever since them niggas shot me, I just stopped givin' a fuck I'm losin' my marbles, lettin' that AR go Fifty shot sticks'll do you niggas something horrible Two-sixty on the digi' dash, look how fast my car go Talk about my face but can't say shit about my bars though Let my shooter snort a few grams, hit the store for the yams Only smokin' kush with a bitch I just imported from France Rockin' Bathing Ape shit that I just bought in Japan I get to trippin', get the blick and this AR in my hands Every bullet in the cartidges land The stick look like a guitar in my hands, drummin' like I'm part of a band My dog was behind the wall with your man I heard you got friendly extorted in the can, you thought I was playin' Everywhere I go, I got it on me, niggas And I ain't lettin' shit slide Go head and try me if you want, niggas I let this fuckin' clip fly GxF to the death, niggas And I won't ever switch sides You know how we play it over here, niggas We get it poppin' on this side Lock, load Lock, load Lock, load Lock, load Yeah Woo SP Drumwork shit 2115 don't turn into 187s That black & grey checker hold the heckler Ya vest obsolete when you squeeze from the neck up M165 equipped with inf feel I feel like Tony squinting' Reading the blimp The world is yours Chico, the art of war is lethal Never cease it if the score equal I kill em all dead run in they spot paint the walls red Glock 40 for the bald heads Sometimes I feel like hypocrite I kill a niggas Make duffel off of tour but then it's back to the wicked shit Yeah, like I'm in tune with my Jen A horror flick when I spit without using a pen Dance with the devil, the death calling I'm out the Buff with the slanted face killer with Bells Palsy Call I'll bluff, get stuffed in a can or wood coffin or Get clipped when that clip with the switch to lift off Lock, load Lock, load Lock, load Lock, load Yeah