Bisexual Glock
BBG Steppaa
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BBG Steppaa - Bisexual Glock Lyrics & Traduction

(I think it's made of emerald)
(Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
(Spaceman)
Gang, grrah, bah
Die R
Look
Like, like

I heard a new opp died, well, I'm 'bout to face him, I love me a brand new pack (Gang, gang)
We out lurkin' on they side, if he runnin', we chase him, ain't like how my shells hit his back (They don't like it)
He in the trap all day tryna flip him an eighth (Gang), niggas broke, tell 'em get up they sack
Dropped twenty-one on a fit, Balenci'd the kicks and Balenci'd the shirt for the match

My opps really be bitch, they ain't hittin' shit, Shark died, tell 'em go get back (Shark, gang)
He keep a stick, nigga, we call him 6 and he stay tryna blick at the opps when he mad (Nigga)
Bro tryna drive and shoot on that mission, ain't worried, he used to the difficult task
My driver hold, won't go out like BHK (Gang), boy tried to speed on the highway and crashed (Gang, gang)
We four deep in a V3, skied and my driver be rockin' the wig and the glasses
They could've scored, man (Pussy), I heard that they had him (Like, what?)
They ain't ready for war, we'll smash 'em
Free BG, man, I miss my savage (Free Bistol)
Mr. Roll Him A Thug And Pass Him (A thug)
Glock 48, tryna cop me a switch (Gang, gang) and the beam hit the opps shit to see who the fastest (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
We tryna score, what you fuck niggas into? (Bah, bah)
Me and mines known for aimin' at mental (What?)
Glock is bisexual, aim at women too (Women)
Niggas told, what you mean what your friend do?
It's up with the whole town, beefin' with kin too (The gang)
ShiestBlocc known for pressin' that issue (That block)
Way too much blood, know he wetting that tissue (That tissue)
Heard the diss, nigga, we gon' dismiss you (Dismiss)
I keep a big gun, fuck a Jiujitsu
Watch it blow like a MAC (Watch), put the switch on a pistol (Pistol)
Control the blow back (Grrah, grrah) and the kick too
You better blow back when we spin through (Grrah, grrah)
Aimin' at no back, all temple
We don't do no rats up in this friend group
You better know that (Gang, gang) or get hit too
Aimin' at bro hat and his friend too (Bah, bah, bah)

I heard a new opp died, well, I'm 'bout to face him (Face him), I love me a brand new pack (What? Gang)
We out lurkin' on they side, if he runnin', we chase him (Chase), ain't like how my shells hit his back
He in the trap all day tryna flip him an eighth (Bah, fuck him), niggas broke, tell 'em get up they sack
Dropped twenty-one on a fit, Balenci'd the kicks and Balenci'd the shirt for the match (Gang, gang)
I heard a new opp died, well, I'm 'bout to face him (Face him), I love me a brand new pack (Shark dead)
We out lurkin' on they side, if he runnin', we chase him (Chase), ain't like how my shells hit his back (Baow, baow)
He in the trap all day tryna flip him an eighth, niggas broke, tell 'em get up they sack (Go bad)
Dropped twenty-one on a fit, Balenci'd the kicks and Balenci'd the shirt for the match (Gang)

ShiestBlocc


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