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Going 4 None Lyrics - Artist : GlokkNine
You ain' neva in the city, how the fuck you niggas
What the fuck, how you? Bruh Bruh, Yeah Bruh You I swea' to god You ain' neva in the city, how the fuck you niggas active? I be hollin' free Lil Sonni, till um screamin' that shit backwards How you slidin' and nobody dyin'? That's a capper rapper These niggas lollipop, nah better yet them boys the wrapper If I call it it's disaster, nobody matters Niggas can't catch my drift, I be swervin' right there pass em You sent them boys to crash, oh that's yo ass go get the paddle I rap to make them ends meet, Lil 9ine ain' tryna battle I peep you squeak then I'm a rattler, turn to a snake I ain' even have no food, that boy was leachin' off my plate You think I'm sweet then come and test your luck and tell me how it taste I'm talkin' shell catch a status, he got hit all in his face When the fuck he earn some status, ion care but what he say He was screamin bout that static, yeah that status got him faced I be reachin' for that stars, If I catch one it's erased How um behind your entourage, it ain gone help you won't get play That boy two-sixty some, he in yo bushes with a K I hope nobody try to be a hero, not today That boy nobody killer, that boy a kill who in his way You think he paparazzi, that's a killer in yo' face Give that boy a Roxy, that's the only time he boot up Lil 30 pill popper, he catch a opp like give it up He only tough when he wit' dawg dem, by hisself he pie as fuck That's when you catch em, fie him up that's on my mommy word to mom Nah I ain' no killer, I ain' never kill shit She said "what about that drill?" I ain' never drill shit Niggas dyin' in that field? Touch down the Drac got kick I fuck wit' OvO, but wit' this Michael uma moshpit Go ask them niggas know! That Lil Blackie been on fuck shit Swift a nigga up, get in that dirt go check my status Um talkin' really put in work, boy I was flip his shit no mattress Buddy must be hurt, cause how he lyin' he just cappin' I say "mm mm, his soda good." I like how he be rappin' Go get active wit them troops, boy don't leave em out here lackin' Outchea totin' a deuce-deuce, that's accident waiting to happen American flag, these boys be flaggin' Don't make me mad, I get the blackin' Put shit up no helium, reach for the stars I grab one They must not be feelin him, I think it's cause I'm hands on I was taught don't throw a rock and try to hide yuh hand How the fuck you kill some that's hidin' where they layin'? Nevermind ion wanna know, um pleading on the stand If that shit was vice-versa them boys go pointin' hands That's why ion beef wit' nobody, that's what I'm sayin' Niggas just don't like that G-Neezy, Ain Goin 4 Nan Nigga |
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