Текст песни Glokk40Spaz - I’m OSO Shiesty

[Intro]
Walk out the court like, fuck subpoena, make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, walk out the court like, fuck subpoena, make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm never damn sober, every damn day I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb, I catch his body 'bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon
(I love DJ GREN8DE)
Whoa, yah

[Chorus]
So many guns up in this trap, man, I might take them all
Nigga talkin' crazy on that 'gram, I might have to walk him down
Catch his ass slippin' in public, nigga, fuck is you talkin' bout now? (Fuck is you talm' 'bout?)
You ain't gon' see nothin', you ain't gon' hear nothin', we ain't gon' make no sound
Walk out the court like, fuck subpoena, makе that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm nevеr damn sober, every damn day I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb, I catch his body 'bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon

[Verse]
Me and Chap' pop out with big ass Drac's and belittle him
Said that it's smoke with the mobb, it's whatever then Niggas be dyin', they momma start cryin' that's what come with it
Nigga, you want your lick back?, speak up stop that mumbling
When he pussy, I caught my opp lackin' in Cumberland
Playin' with the band, take a fuck, nigga, on that ride Nigga cappin', sayin' he been with Spaz, that fuck nigga lyin'
Ten toes down, never thought about droppin' no dime, hmm
Catch my opp lackin', nigga, I'ma do whatever to that pussy, nigga, I'ma take my time
Man they pussy, I catch my opp lackin' in the nine
When Kilo come back, we gon' take every plug off, ever since a young age, been livin' on the damn edge, might just jump off
That boy wasn't lookin', ran off with his shit, a nigga took his shit like Randy Moss
I ain't go to trap, hit him with a double cross
You can't hang with the damn band, nigga, you soft, You know I be ready for war, ready to pop my Glock
I be ready to go, ready write white chalk
Ever since I was 13, I had G-Lock
Nigga don't touch me, I let one pop
I been with the fuck shit, I can't get jumped
Nigga tryin' Lil' Glokk, look then I got top bunk
I'ma fuck my bitch till the sun come up

[Chorus]
So many guns up in this trap, man, I might take them all
Nigga talkin' crazy on that 'gram, I might have to walk him down
Catch his ass slippin' in public, nigga, fuck is you talkin' bout now? (Fuck is you talm' 'bout?)
You ain't gon' see nothin', you ain't gon' hear nothin', we ain't gon' make no sound
Walk out the court like, fuck subpoena, make that money drown (Money gang)
Huh, I'm never damn sober, every damn day I tote that Glock and I smoke loud
Beefin' with the mobb, I catch his body 'bout the band
See a fake partner, I'm gon' break his hand
These bullets so big, I don't think you gon' live again
Capo put him on a plate, eat his face just like cinnamon

[Outro]
(It's DJ GREN8DE)