Knifing sh*t lyrics

by

Glokk40Spaz



[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah (Huh?)
Ain't nobody want smoke with us (Hell nah)
Yeah we putting n*ggas down
Yeah, these n*ggas don't even come around (Hell nah)
These n*ggas thinkin that we clowns, n*gga (Yeah, what?)
Ain't talm bout pennywise, n*gga (On God)
Yeah, yeah (Huh?, yeah)

[Chorus]
When I'm pickin up that Glock I made Hundo
And I'm hittin' big licks, what them guns for
And these n*ggas really pus*y we let gun smoke
Ion bang blood gang but I'm Rojo
And I let that bit' go cause she So-so
I ain't wanna hit the n*gga with the 44
And we had to get that dope out the backdoor
Cause n*ggas outcherе really calling Popo
And I really made thе opps get out and retreat
Ain't nobody really scared cause we all tote heat
I don't wanna really shoot him but I hope he don't tweak
We gon shoot him in the face just before he could blink
And the police pulled me over just because my gas reek
And we making bodies fall like I'm in the ice rink
Burning holes in my pocket cause we made the cash shrink
Got her in the club drunk, cause we made them hoes drink
Oh, yeah
And I'm really poppin' n*ggas just because its in my genes
Yeah I really popped the n*gga, left him dead on the scene
And before I was Lil 40 I was servin all the fiends
I was really having nightmares I was dying in my dreams
We don't care about his gang put em on the green screen
And I take the plug off just to f*ckin blow steam
4CH, solid gang turn a n*gga to a Meme
Yeah, and these ain't even hot at all
How these n*ggas turn to killers off that Alcohol?
And I gotta the shoot fye I got withdrawals
Spin the block got they whole gang p*ssed off
Put that n*gga on the list get em crossed off
Let that n*gga pull ya card then ya knocked off
And I always stood my ground when the shots off
I been poppin' them beans I got lock jaw
Yeah, and these n*ggas don't fear me
And that pus*y n*gga dead, can you hear me?
Every n*gga on ya team on a white T
And I shoot a f*ckin movie like I'm Spike Lee
And them crackers sent my uncle down to Rice street
WIll they send me to the chain?, most likely
And I check the pus*y n*gga like I'm Nike
And the blicky stay on me so n*gga try me
[Verse]
When I'm pickin up that Glock I made Hundo
And I'm hittin' big licks, what them guns for
And these n*ggas really pus*y we let gun smoke
Ion bang blood gang but I'm Rojo
And I let that bit' go cause she So-so
I ain't wanna hit the n*gga with the 44
And we had to get that dope out the backdoor
Cause n*ggas outchere really calling Popo
Put the 50 on em make him whisper
Yeah, we keep all the Glocks In the trap house
n*gga playin with the gang get ya gunned down
If we put them Glocks up, put ya guns down
And these perks that I popped made me run around
And we block all the shots we don't want fouls
45. knock that pus*y n*gga lights out
And the trap got that Lil hoe psyched out
b*tch I'm playboi bunny and you n*ggas to funny
And sliding on the opps broad day when its sunny
Where I'm from n*ggas out here cool with the junkies
Get the f*ck out my face for this sh*t get bloody
We was taking n*ggas off we ain't never need money
And the sticks that I tote, man this sh*t real chunky
In the dope in my room made my room smell funky
And this Glock in my hand ain't no way that I'm runnin
[Outro]
Yeah, Gang (Huh?)
Yeah, G4L spaz n*gga, I'm outchere knifing sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, putting n*ggas down
Mothaf*ckin knife on my stick
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