Glokk20 - Fukk A Random

I can't even lie, I'm kind of bothered by this shit
Niggas talking like they tough and bitches acting like they lit
Neither one of these hoes bout it, neither one of these niggas tried
I was outside back in 2019, lit and causin riots
If we fuck that bitch excited, keep a leash on for my lighter
I got bullets in this Glock lil bitch, you know I ain't a fighter anyway
I'm still trying to make it, niggas ain't on shit
Spend they last check on some weed and then hop on computer sticks
I ain't flexing for the gram, to be real, could give a fuck
I'm just trying to run this money up and get my man some
Your bitch think I'm handsome, quick to cause some ransom
I walk through and pick up any hoe, just fucked a random
And all my bitches fancy, she eat me like candy
Keep this ratchet by my clank, this shit gon' come in handy, yeah
Niggas pussy tranny, she hop on me like Bambi
She gon' go nuts for this dick, I think this bitch is sandy
And I'm still eating famish, designer on my branding
This coupe gon' take off like a rocket, bitch, and I just landed
I'm high, I'm off the planet, this bitch just popped a Xanny
And I be son-ing all these niggas like my name was cannon
Bitch, I stay with the gang, we don't care what you claim
And I just know you reach for me, we give that bitch a name
New car just came in sports, these niggas hoes & short
I've been through New York & the A and turned that shit up more
Ay
Look
And I'm just saying, cause like, bitches be talking about, "oh, I'm with this shit
And I do this and I do"
like, bitch, you ain't on none of that
You ain't doing none of that shit
You wack as fuck
Your friend too
And niggas be talking, "oh, I do this"
Ah, nigga, you ain't on shit, nigga
Bitch ass nigga
Hold on
Look
For real
I can't even lie, I'm kinda bothered by this shit
Niggas talking like they tough and bitches acting like they lit
Neither one of these hoes bout it
Neither one of these niggas tried
I was outside back in 2019, let and causin riots
If we fuck, that bitch excited
Keep the leash on, fuck my lighter
I got bullets in this Glock
La'bitch, you know I ain't a fighter anyway
I'm still trying to make it
Niggas ain't on shit
Spend their last check on some weed and then hop on computer sticks
I ain't flexing for the gram
To be real, could give a fuck
I'm just trying to run this money up and get my man some
Yo, bitch, think I'm handsome
Quick to cause some ransom
I walk through and pick up any ho, just fucked a random
On God

Written by:
ZeDrian Burrell

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