GloryPerc - Spit Sum Shit

Now let me really get it started, I'm finna spit some shit
I'm speedin fast, I hit the booth, I'm really bout to wreck this bitch
I tell your bitch to fuckin back, back, I'm tryna take my flicks
Brodie pouncin out with a hundred in that fuckin' stick
You gotta merch to that fuckin' code, you won't never switch
I got two twin glocks, one named Lalo and the other Stitch
When I get bored, I call your bitch just to fuck it hit
Nigga said he upin fuckin' bands but can't show me shit
If we playin' D in this shit, we gon' fuckin' blitz
You ain't really bustin' plays, nigga, you don't got the glitch
Man, I'm ridin' through the block, tryna hit a lick
White bitch said she wanna fuck, she don't know who to pick
I pull up with the chops aint scared to up it I'ma make you strip
I got my lil' bro in the cut, he gon' empty the clip
Put that nigga on the gas, that shit made him sick
I tell a bitch to let me fuck, then, get out the whip
You a broke bum bitch, you can't hang with the team
I fucked a hoes so good last night, she could hardly breathe
Up the chop to his fuckin' face, I know he seen his beam
Brodie in the back, poured a three of that fuckin' lean
I tell the bitch to do what I say, I ain't conversatin
I ain't playin' crazy, whack a hoe, I don't do no playin
You talkin' shit on the gram, I'm like, what you sayin'
I pull up in the big body benz, why the fuck you hatin'
Hold on, why the fuck you hatin'

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Glory Perc

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