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Sirens Lyrics - Artist : GlokkNine
You gotta be ready to throw down, stand up, and die for that shit like Blizzard did
You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take them out, anytime that you feel like it You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to Sirens, I think the crackers coming They know I'm 'bout violence, niggas vouchin' for me You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothin' He say he seen him clutchin', but we gone bend the block They say them crackers bendin' too, well bitch we spin it out Like what that dinner 'bout, like bitch we wanna chew These niggas throwin' up that lead, they tryna tell on who? Dropped out, expelled me too, low-key a felon too And if you frontin' with that sack, then I'm gone have to view Got off ass my ass and made a play, call me John Madden Q Choppa shells go through, they tryna peek at you So if you hiding, we gone find whatever that you live Niggas just assume, been thuggin' since the womb And I don't need a nigga for no help, this on my own I been rollin' strong, them crackers tryna scroll They hit they lights, I'ma floor it, you already know Put you in control, heard lil brother told That shit ain't the code, snitches gotta go Like that ain't your nigga you tellin' on, bitch you dead-ass wrong Sirens, I think the crackers coming They know I'm 'bout violence, niggas vouchin' for me You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothin' Wait, okay, I might be trippin' That might be a fire truck, cause I done left me drippin' Off them beans, got me grippin' and I swear, we ain't slippin' These niggas talkin' down, like I wasn't thuggin' in them trenches Got bundles like extension, it really ain't no entrance Niggas tryna join the gang, never came off from a biscuit Them boys be spoon fed, niggas bitchin' up they trippin' Them boys was mislead, I might guide 'em stool with pigeons Shoot your ass, I'm gifted, them crackers tryna get me Free my niggas up the road, Murder John, they done shipped him I ain't condoning all that goof shit, bitch, get your issue I'll swipe a nigga sack, swipe it low, I gotta get him I gotta grill him cause this shit personal And I got personnel shooters where you 'pose to go They try and diss me for some fame, just a laughing joke Laughing at you niggas cause in real life you just as broke Sirens, I think the crackers coming They know I'm 'bout violence, niggas vouchin' for me You could ask my opps how I rock, they say I done bust it I'ma swing this Glock, where the cop, fuck this bitch to nothin' |
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