adolf - osamason & glokk40spaz lyrics
[verse 1: glokk40spaz]
huh, i pay $100, get the cops off, huh
50 racks, get your block knocked off, huh
i got troops like adolf, hmm
y’all n*ggas creative, who made y’all?, huh
hit the b*tch like i play baseball
50 somethin’ racks, i spent that in the mall
i wanna f*ck on that b*tch, she a doll
huh, like [?], yeah i’m gon’ ball, huh
you tryna ride the wave, i bet you gon’ fall
i’m with the mob, you know they [?]
my money, you know that it’s taller than tall
chop’ in my hand, man, i do the chop’ walk
i ain’t tryna talk, man, your pockets too small
posted, magnolia, then hang with the mob
they want your chain, they gon’ tear you apart
that b*tch ass fat, you know i like that a lot
these n*ggas p*ssy, i came from the block
100,000 racks in the mansion, you know i’m still duckin’ the cops
wrist on waterfall, you ain’t on sh*t, what i thought
bought her a 500*dollar jacket, it cost, i’m on probation, i’m still smokin’ pot
n*gga shoot dice, put your money in the pot
[?]
i told my b*tch that i wanna be a thot
she seen my ex and you know that they fought
pull out them bl!ckys, them n*ggas gon’ pop
call the janitor, better clean with the mop
give a few racks even though she was a bop
had to get it out the hood, man, you know the block hot
[verse 2: osamason]
feel like john madden, finna blitz with the glock
gun in that b*tch, got the whole spot hot
n*ggas tryna fight but i’m throwing straight shots
i got the racks, yeah, i got the guap
50 shots, told the b*tch, “walk my walk”
i can pour the tris up, i can pour the wock’
i can drop the b*tch off, make the b*tch walk
f*cking with the camera, i don’t hear [?] talk
hoe blocked my phone, i ain’t even wanna talk
a*and i’m still pouring up straight drop
i’m the one rich, yeah, i’m on top
we got fns, we got mops
yeah, (beeyuh!) i’m with the mob
i told the b*tch that i want mop
and we spent all the check on guns
and we spent all the checks on f* (mop!)
yeah, ridin’ ’round lookin’ for fun
5*50 shots, 50 shots, b*tch, the sun
i off the lean, i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout nothin’
sp*spend it on the beans, i ain’t thinkin’ ’bout nothin’
trackhawk whip, b*tch weigh a ton
i still made that sh*t go up
run it back, yeah, f*f*ck, f*ck
run it back, yeah, f*ck, f*ck
watch out, slime finna take your stuff
swing that chop’, b*tch, hold my nuts
uh, n*gga wanna talk then just link up
yeah, diamonds on my body, b*tch, i’m pieced up
yeah, shots on my body, b*tch get piece up
yeah, shots on my body, b*tch get cleaned up
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