poe ft. glokkking Lyrics

Smoking yo bro shouldn't dissed on the gang got his dumbass smoked

Shouldn't came to the north booked a bitch for his pole

And if he on some dumb shit we upping the score

He got hit with the blick then the bitch turned Poe

He shouldn't diss on the gang got his dumb ass smoked

He shouldn't dissed on the set left the bitch on the floor

Il pour that shit up go get lit with a bro

Got your big homie mad cause I'm fuckin' his hoe

We got your big homie mad cause I'm crackin' the four

Got your big homie mad cause we smoked on your bro

These niggas push ps but it stand fa PO

Up the Drake on his ass but I ain't OVO

We know where they be we don't ask for the low no more

Anytime just hop out and blow

They want my head posted up in da oaks any nigga ride this way he getting smoked Gang my niggas

Spinning fasho we hop out wit a blick wipe a opp

nigga nose

who the fuck said they want smoke leave a opp on

Know the floor

Riding around with two glocks tryna catch me a fro

Niggas droppin' them disses I know he a hoe on the block right now

With a motherfuckin' drac in my coat

On the block bitch I'm in the field with my Locs you can't speak on the gang

Trapyungins on go we finna spin right now

Got a opp nigga lo' catch a opp nigga lacking get hit with this ghost

We finna spin right now with this motherfucker heater

Leave' a nigga ass burnt like some motherfuckin' toast

Boss ass nigga but a nigga ain't folks

Put the rod on his ass make em script out of clothes

We put a rod on his ass make a fuck-nigga fold

Like he takin' a picture we gon' take his soul

Damn nigga no cap gang

Face shot that boy got sent up the road

You a bitch I know yo big homie told

Have Cuh hop out take a opp nigga soul

Damn Cuh how you break that coated

Boy you Went in that room and u told

This za got me stuck still clutchin' my pole

The first nigga planting ' we sendin' high lows

Niggas still smokin' on that same boy nigga ye gang

No cap ahh yeah keep everything how it was don't change nun gang

I'm smokin' yo bro ARP yeah

It hit but 38 snub nose ran down on his ass

Got no choice but to blow I'm poppin' yerks and Yerks

Got me movin' slow kickin' doors and doors

Ye I'm duckin' 5-0 and I'm clutchin' my blicc

Cause you know I can't go feel em up' supreme bowl

Like I'm working fa bo sliming anything

Come my way that's on bro beat down the block

In a fucking stolo off them yerks

And the first nigga play I'mma blow

Why the fuck would I lack? Bitch I'm clutchin' my pole

Catch a opp in the party we upping the score

Never lack come on first nigga play then he whacked

If you run then we dump the clip in his back

Took a fuck nigga gun tell him come get it back

On his block right now cause he turned to a pack

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