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Glucose

 

Glucose


Shooter got shot, you can't let no one harm you
Big Glock, but don't let it alarm you
Trying to do good, trying to work on my Karma
Count cash money while I'm bumping the Carti
Get a nigga whacked while he take out the garbage
Got an evil side, I might turn into Carnage
Quit the shit, just don't get on my bad side
I ain't selfish, I break bread with my allies
King David, go to war I be frontline
New strains, having Moochi and Pluto
Dog food, junkie shoot up the Cujo
Rocking Timbs when I go to the East Coast
Niggas sweet as hell, they eat too much Fructose
Pockets fat as hell, they full of that Glucose

Phone ranging they just [?] me in Dubai
My partner just did a scene he like to eat [?]
Work folio got [?]
Got released, so I gave racks to the bail bonders
Cashed out, got the new Ram truck
Sloppy nigga got the whole gang jammed up
In the trap, watching racks get ran up
This a lick, everybody put your hands up
Paranoia, I just shot at a fan
In the country, we be shooting beer cans
Glizzy hanging out my palm, made you sweat (Damn)
He got pussy coming all out his sweat glands
Blockchain phone is fully encrypted
Nigga want beef, we turn him to Brisket
Too much work in the trap, I need assistance
Buying business, I'm in the real estate business

Shooter got shot, you can't let no one harm you
Big Glock, but don't let it alarm you
Trying to do good, trying to work on my Karma
Count cash money while I'm bumping the Carti
Get a nigga whacked while he take out the garbage
Got an evil side, I might turn into Carnage
Quit the shit, just don't get on my bad side
I ain't selfish, I break bread with my allies
King David, go to war I be frontline
New strains, having Moochi and Pluto
Dog food, junkie shoot up the Cujo
Rocking Timbs when I go to the East Coast
Niggas sweet as hell, they eat too much Fructose
Pockets fat as hell, they full of that Glucose
They 'gon show us respect, they show us the utmost

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