explosion - glxtch lyrics
[intro]
(fah, fah, fah)
(fah, fah, fah)
fah, fah
(ymp cash)
(ah, ah, ah, ah) mm, huh
(ah, ah) hmm, uh, huh, uh, uh, uh, eh
(tss) tss, uh, mm, uh, uh, yeah, uh, hold up
[verse 1]
dolce gabbana bag put as a coaster
strike me a light, put the glock in the holster
i’m poppin’ out with that heat like a toaster
purple my cup and it’s leanin’ me over
double r wraith, but i still got the rover
she likin’ both, but she ain’t met the chauffeur
i just told twin to come meet me at dover
that boy a fan, i put bro on a poster
iron on me, i’ma slide with the pan again
stay with the blues on my side like i’m anakin
come meet the shadow realm, i’m finna banish him
pull up in ghost and the opps started vanishin’
diamonds all white like a brought back the klan again
i got three ks, i’ma slide, get yo’ fandom hit
airin’ it out in vvs, wasn’t plannin’ it
fannin’ it, feeling like marilyn manson, i’m rockin’ him out
pull out the tricks and we poppin’ ’em out
4th of july, how we poppin’ outside
4th of july, how we boxin’ ’em out
4th of july, know them sparks gonna fly
light it up, better not throw in the towel
light it up, better not run in your house
we blowin’ up, but this sh*t goin’ down, get sent out of bounds
[chorus]
we bangin’ it up
hanging outside, should be hangin’ it up
don’t come outside when we pacing the slugs
don’t come outside when we pacing the slugs, yeah
know how we act, you just posin’
told ’em, “leave me alone, need to focus”
told her, “stop it, you ain’t got no motion”
bang it out, you gon’ hear the explosion
bang it out, gonna— fah
i see red, i’m with the fives
young boy dead, we poppin’ your top
drop, whenever i drop, they flop
i cannot cuff one of them, she a bop
pose for the pic’, better not get cropped
pose for the pic’, better not get cropped
better pose for the pic’, better not get cropped
better pose for the pic’, better— hol’ up
[verse 2]
i remember juggin’ off motorolas
big bullet hole in his chest, he a donut
ah, make him disappear, like, “hocus pocus”
don’t call my phone, you know you don’t know us
i put three k on his top as a bonus
broke for a lambo’, he went, bought a lotus
brand new odessa, we call it a o*glove
everyone ’round me too high, feel like opus
f*ck, choppa so loud, swamp izzo
i was broke, then i went bigger, like lizzo
12 still tryna cop us, better tip*toe
red and blue lights finna shine out the window
a hundred to zero
b*tch did me foul like robert de niro
bomb inside, b*tch, better roll like a barrel
play with the gang and this b*tch goin’ feral
me and the gang, we bangin’ it up
[chorus]
we bangin’ it up
hanging outside, should be hangin’ it up
don’t come outside when we pacing the slugs
don’t come outside when we pacing the slugs, yeah
know how we act, you just posin’
told ’em, “leave me alone, need to focus”
told her, “stop it, you ain’t got no motion”
bang it out, you gon’ hear the explosion
bang it out, gonna— fah
i see red, i’m with the fives
young boy dead, we poppin’ your top
drop, whenever i drop, they flop
i cannot cuff one of them, she a bop
pose for the pic’, better not get cropped
pose for the pic’, better not get cropped
better pose for the pic’, better not get cropped
better pose for the pic’, better not get popped
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