Twin Glocks

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[Intro] On gang! On Gangway right now man, 50'd up (50!) Twin Glocks on me right now, know how we bomin' man, aye Free the gang man, ain't going for none of that shit Yeah, Sito Sito Sito! [Hook] Posted in the trap and I'm toting twin Glocks Two shooters with me and they give out headshots AK on me and it got that red dot Compact Nina and it got that green dot Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac Powered up on the block, I feel like Hancock If he wants war I shoot him in his dreadlocks Dirty stick on me, it's gon' make his heart stop Back then I was trapping by that bus stop Five bands on your head, you gon' get knocked off AK47 knock your top off Just crossed a nigga, did him like I'm Hot Sauce Nigga thought he was gangster til that shit got popped off I'm the real Slime, these other niggas knockoffs [Verse] Sticked up in the trap, I'm sipping Wockhardt I got some shooters and they shoot like Chris Paul Knock your whole gang off, I feel like I'm Adolf Just robbed a nigga now that nigga fell off Shot him on front street then I got the fuck on Five thousand and I spent that shit on new guns AR Pistol and that shit got two drums Killers in the cut and they gonna shoot some Three stripes on me I feel like I'm Red Rum Red beam, I just put that on a handgun I feel like C-Murda I shot him on the camera Scarface shit, I'm living like Montana Mini stick with that 50 round banana Real Slime, I got sticks up in the Phantom Two Glocks on me you don't want no anna Bird Gang shit, now I feel like Santana (50'd up, sticked up nigga, now I'm rockin') [Hook] Posted in the trap and I'm toting twin Glocks Two shooters with me and they give out headshots AK on me and it got that red dot Compact Nina and it got that green dot Mini stick in the kitchen by that crack pot Trapping on Westwood, I feel like I'm 2Pac Powered up on the block, I feel like Hancock If he wants war I shoot him in his dreadlocks Dirty stick on me, it's gon' make his heart stop Back then I was trapping by that bus stop Five bands on your head, you gon' get knocked off AK47 knock your top off Just crossed a nigga, did him like I'm Hot Sauce Nigga thought he was gangster til that shit got popped off I'm the real Slime, these other niggas knockoffs
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- Slimesito