Glokk20 - 2 Decisions

Daquan in the cut, he gon
Shoot you
Yeah
G-Lock, motherfuckin' 20
(Thank You, Glokk 20)
Bitch
Ayy
Look
Ayy, where I'm from, it's only two decisions
Eat or don't get fed
She couldn't handle me all by herself, it's two hoes in the bed
I'm in love with choppa, guns and funds, that shit live in my head
Any niggas say he reach, ain't tell you shit because he dead
I'm too different, we are not the same, I'm of a different breed
Jason Kidd and Michael J. inside this clip of 223
He can't run, my boy pop out with drum and tap down on his feet
I ain't tryna drop a tweet and I ain't even tryna creep
I walk him down in broad day, leave him shot from where he speak
Niggas hide, I'm tryna seek, this ZaZa flower got me geek
Take one hit, I bet you tweak, boy, this ain't no 10 a G
Don't be testin' like we dumb, you get yo dumb ass on a tee
My jean off white like referee, drop the lo so we can meet
After that, that boy was televised, he as seen on TV
I can't switch up on my team and bitches love to say I'm mean
I can't go out like no bitch behind this micro ARP
I keep it cool, I keep it G, all my niggas fuck with me
They know they can get some wealth and they know one day we gon' eat
Pushin' weight, not pushin' p, a lot of smoke and weaponry
Think I stood on shit too hard, my Balenci huggin' the street
Better watch how you be talkin', hope you watchin' how you be
Cause this shit can go beyond the surface point when it get deep
Niggas fuckin' with my flow, they takin' notes behind the scene
But these niggas not like me, they got pussies and they in heat
Where I'm from, it's only two decisions, eat or don't get fed
She couldn't handle me all by herself, it's two hoes in the bed
I'm in love with choppa, guns and funds, that shit live in my head
Any nigga say he reach, ain't tell you shit because he dead
I'm too different, we are not the same, I'm of a different kind
I'm not nice, you lose your life, you try to take you out your mind
Pour this drink inside my cup and then I levitate to the sky
You can ride me like a whip, but bitch, you can't get in my ride
extended clip, go in this coupe, with window tint, can't see inside
Try to spin, hollow .62, gon' flip his Silverado
Niggas bitches, niggas really hoes, and niggas be facade
That's why everywhere I go, I keep the pole and keep the rod
Give me head, that bitch gon' nod, he want smoke and I'm like
Roger, I make hits with all these sticks, I think I should play for the Dodgers, nigga

Written by:
ZeDrian Burrell

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