
1 Stop Shop Glokk40Spaz (Ft. Lil EBG)
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[Intro: Glokk40Spaz]
Two Glocks, two Glocks, two Glocks
Run down on me, Run down on em' nigga
[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Run down, run down, hunnid round, gun sounds
Come to the trap, hrr hrr, take out your pistols, hrr hrr
This shit confidential nigga, he act like the middle man get him
He talk to the jake, we gon' kill him
These 556 bullets gon' kill him lil nigga
[Verse 2: Lil EBG]
These 30s gon' feel him up nigga
Hell yeah we can't give no fucks, we ain't right witcha
Hop out with the glizzy [?] then seal it
I wrapped it up, told my brother had to seal it
I had to go far away from the city
1 Stop Shop, come to the damn trenches
[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz]
Hunnid sum shots, how the fuck we gon' miss you
This baby life shit, man do not take that risk boy
Play with this shit we gon cut off your wrist boy
Huh, smoking dead opps, ain't making no noise
Real block life, 13, ain't playin with no toys
Choppas and sticks, pull off with that Rolls Royce
Make him give that shit up, he ain't have no choice
Two Glocks, two Glocks, two Glocks
Run down on me, Run down on em' nigga
[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Run down, run down, hunnid round, gun sounds
Come to the trap, hrr hrr, take out your pistols, hrr hrr
This shit confidential nigga, he act like the middle man get him
He talk to the jake, we gon' kill him
These 556 bullets gon' kill him lil nigga
[Verse 2: Lil EBG]
These 30s gon' feel him up nigga
Hell yeah we can't give no fucks, we ain't right witcha
Hop out with the glizzy [?] then seal it
I wrapped it up, told my brother had to seal it
I had to go far away from the city
1 Stop Shop, come to the damn trenches
[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz]
Hunnid sum shots, how the fuck we gon' miss you
This baby life shit, man do not take that risk boy
Play with this shit we gon cut off your wrist boy
Huh, smoking dead opps, ain't making no noise
Real block life, 13, ain't playin with no toys
Choppas and sticks, pull off with that Rolls Royce
Make him give that shit up, he ain't have no choice
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