Psychic

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Glokk40Spaz - Rap

Psychic

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[Intro] (Fuck is you talkin' bout) Gang, gang Grrr, Babylife, brrr (Chapo) [Chorus: BabySolid] Gang, gang When I'm with Velly, we don't do no lacking, we pull up on opps and we start getting active All of these Glockies and 30s, they came with attachments Try to run up and get put in a casket Babylife thuggin', we still on the block causin' havoc They say my name when it start gettin' tragic Fan that boy down, don't get caught up in traffic Takin' his pole, man, these niggas ain't savage Spend a thousand on clothes, all my niggas live lavish Run down with the stick, make a fuck nigga vanish Don't play with the mob, all my niggas do damage Young nigga go do a hit, know I'm tryna get another bandit I'm with some killers that get niggas gone for a muhfuckin' sandwich Fuck nigga came in this bih' with no stick and wе made his ass panic [Verse: Glokk40Spaz] Huh, fall asleep off Wokhardt Fake ahh throwed, hе not hard Sprang the door like go-kart Kill that boy, I got cold heart (Cold) Flathead when I'm fuckin' strikin' (Flathead), huh, Off-White on my fuckin' Nike (Off-White) So strapped up, you would think the bandgang dykin' She a fan, she can't hang, and I know she like me Backdoor that lil' bitch ass nigga, I don't give a fuck, boy, I'm sheisty (Backdoor) Talm' 'bout the damn mob, I don't take that lightly Yeah, she wanna do them mind games, but I'm a psychic Man, this pistol hangin' out the Moncler jacket If they would've put a lil' more money on his damn head, I would've wacked him We the ones knockin' niggas off, don't put us in no bracket [Chorus: BabySolid] When I'm with Velly, we don't do no lacking, we pull up on opps and we start getting active All of these Glockies and 30s, they came with attachments Try to run up and get put in a casket Babylife thuggin', we still on the block causin' havoc They say my name when it start gettin' tragic Fan that boy down, don't get caught up in traffic Takin' his pole, man, these niggas ain't savage Spend a thousand on clothes, all my niggas live lavish Run down with the stick, make a fuck nigga vanish Don't play with the mob, all my niggas do damage Young nigga go do a hit, know I'm tryna get another bandit I'm with some killers that get niggas gone for a muhfuckin' sandwich Fuck nigga came in this bih' with no stick and we made his ass panic

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  • Glokk40Spaz
  • BabySolid