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glock got a dick in it - trenchkidd flame lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, southside, where you get all that drip?)
brrt, brrt, yeah, uh
f*ck you talkin’ ‘bout, n*gga? (p*ssy)
b*tch, b*tch, better up that f*ckin’ pole (grrah)
if you got it, n*gga, blow (b*tch, grrah, grrah)
slatt, uh, on gang

[chorus]
if i said it’s up, lil’ b*tch, then it’s stuck, ain’t no squashin’ no beef (f*ck n*gga)
one of mine drop, we spin right back, ain’t no pass*outs, f*ck you mean? (brrt, brrt)
they like, “flame, drop some more,” i would, but i’m out here servin’ the fiends (b*tch)
you got a glock for what? ain’t bust that b*tch once, better learn how to squeeze (grrah)
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze (grrah)
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze (b*tch, grrah)
you got a glock for what? ain’t bust that b*tch once, better learn how to squeeze (b*tch)

[verse 1]
how many times i gotta tell y’all n*ggas i ain’t with the f*ckin’ talkin’? (nah)
tap that switch one time, let it ride, now your body ain’t walkin’ (grrah, grrah)
that n*gga big, he could punch me through the wall, but this fn gon’ drop him (boom, boom)
your hoe keep grabbin’ on my d*ck, somebody please come stop her (b*tch, get off me)
yolo, my life too real, i ain’t out here playin’ no games with n*ggas (nah)
solo, just me and my pole, i ain’t gotta hang with n*ggas (f*ck ’em)
cut off that lil’ n*gga fingers, he snitchin’, put the blame on n*ggas (rat)
i hate a loud*mouth b*tch, i said, “what’s up?” and she banged on a n*gga (dumbass b*tch)
[chorus]
if i said it’s up, lil’ b*tch, then it’s stuck, ain’t no squashin’ no beef (f*ck n*gga)
one of mine drop, we spin right back, ain’t no pass*outs, f*ck you mean?
they like, “flame, drop some more,” i would, but i’m out here servin’ the fiends
you got a glock for what? ain’t bust that b*tch once, better learn how to squeeze
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze
you got a glock for what? ain’t bust that b*tch once, better learn how to squeeze
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze
you got a glock for what? ain’t bust that b*tch once, better learn how to squeeze

[verse 2]
last time i toted a regular clip, that sh*t fell out my jeans
if my gun by my ankle, how the f*ck i’m supposed to up and squeeze? (grrah, grrah)
you in a srt, better drive that b*tch right before we knock the j off a jeep (skrrt, skrrt)
i don’t wanna see no how, only ridin’ in blacks, i’m tired of gettin’ in speeds
b*tch, my name t*r*e*n*c*h*k*i*d*d*f*l*a*m*e
i ain’t forget the e, the e is silent ’cause i’m that n*gga indeed (slatt, grrah, grrah)
cuz like hittin’ sh*t up all day, that lil’ n*gga got a need for speed (skrrt, skrrt)
you givin’ the opps a pass? the f*ck you mean? them lil’ boys need to bleed (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, grrah)

[outro]
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze (brrt, brrt)
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze (boom, boom)
you got a glock for what? ain’t bust that b*tch once, better learn how to squeeze (p*ssy)
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze (b*tch, brrt)
b*tch, better learn how to squeeze (slatt, grrah)
you got a glock for what? ain’t bust that b*tch once, better learn how to squeeze (gang)

- trenchkidd flame lyrics

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