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He thought he could fly, Glock hit him Make him limp like Kryptonite I know my stick is right One phone call and lil' bro gon die tonight My Glock talk I do what it say Act tough til' this K hit ya' face! Act tough til' I tote .38's Trap hard had to clean off my J's ! I'm sweeping the block and I'm making a play The block got hot so I stay out the way Don't get popped tryn' come down the way Feds knockin' and they bouta go raid Desert Eagle make u disintegrate Can't hop on yo' song nigga cuz' you lame KA$HDAMI I'm the king of dis game Niggas talking til' they see the 9 If I'm on the block then somebody dying Best believe your mother gon' cry Skinny jeans on wit the Glock on the side Shoot his shit up while he sleepin' at night I'm toting this Glock there ain't no need to fight You could get hit nigga like a pipe Bussing these juggs i don't gotta fight One phone call get u cooked like a pie Letras de cancionesPut yo ass in the mix like rice Hollow tips make em' melt like ice Hollow tips going straight to his face I be too fried nigga I'm in space Ride through the George wit the K Riding through Waldorf wit my gang Opps inna "Burg" i got keep dis K Choppa hit that nigga make him degrade He say run the fade I let the K spray Q on the way I slide wit the K Q in the mail it be gone in a day I'm running the same plays with the gang BOA Check droppin' 3k Amazon Method two racks in a day Socks 5, I got to be safe Empire Market is keeping me sane Bullets flyin, send em straight to ya brain When I got the stick, ain't none of you safe T-Turn u to ash nigga where my tray, he said he gon slide get the K and I wait! These niggas be purpin' they really on games Niggas onna gram purpin for fame Niggas gon' do anything for fame You niggas ain't scamming u niggas is playing From Letras Mania