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Key Glock

In & Outta Town

 

In & Outta Town

(album: Glockoma 2 - 2023)


Kill the law (Yeah)
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Cutthroat La Familia, Paper Route 5L
You know what I'm sayin'? Paper Route business, Paper Route campaign
Really wanna call this shit, nigga, yeah (Yeah)
Get Back Gang, gang (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Uh, your bitch faith, uh
Yup (Yup), nigga (What?), this shit still major (Ayy)
Know what I'm talking 'bout? Mmm-mmm-mmm
Ayy (Yeah)

Don't tell me to slide, I was on that before my nigga died (Shh)
These niggas hiding, lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try (Yeah)
It's fuck the opps, just let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rapping lies
I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise
Your bitch on my genital (Phew, phew), yeah (Phew), I been getting it for a while (Phew)
Fourteen stole, a quarter pound, I ran it up, come turn me down (Yeah)
Big Glock, I been running wild, you want some beef? I slaughter cows (Yeah)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (Fah, fah, fah)

I fucked three on the floor and couch, this bitch got glizzy in her mouth
My chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only bitch I'm worried 'bout (Yup)
Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth (Nyah)
(Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth)
Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I been on that for a long time (Fah, fah, fah)
These niggas poking palms, backstabbing, that is not my kind (Cliqued up)
Hopping out a truck on twenty-sixes with my .45 (Skrrt, skrrt, fah)
You know I rep that five (What?), so that's why I got like five wives
I flip your ass like Five Guys (Frrt, yeah), choppers in all shots (Cheah)
Big old Glocks, got all kinds (For real, cheah), gang 'nem got all kinds (Cheah)
I'm working hard, no part-time (What?), these niggas part-time
I don't want something, need all mine (Real), yeah, I need all of mine (Bitch)

Don't tell me to slide (Phew), I was on that before my nigga died (Phew, phew)
These niggas hiding, lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try
It's fuck the opps, just let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rapping lies (Tss)
I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise (Phew)
Your bitch on my genital (Yeah), yeah, I been getting it for a while
Fourteen stole, a quarter pound (Ayy), I ran it up, come turn me down (Yeah)
Big Glock, I been running wild (Ayy), you want some beef? I slaughter cows (Yup)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (Frrt, fah)

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

done

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